Yuu awoke the next morning, his nose throbbing and swollen from the elbow he took to the face the night before. He cursed under his breath, vowing to never let Shinoa drag him into another college party. He looked around his dimly-lighted room, his vision still adjusting to his surroundings. The sun creeped in through the gaps in his curtains, reminding Yuu that eventually he would have to get up and face the music of last night. Kimizuki was still asleep on his floor, apparently so drunk last night he forgot which room was his in the flat.

Yuu shared the 5 bedroom flat with Mitsuba, Shinoa, Yoichi and Kimizuki, as they all attended the same college. However, Kimizuki clearly did not get the memo that they did not need to share rooms. He swung his legs out of bed, and as he got up, he froze in realization.

Blonde. Tattoos. Curls. HOT.

He suddenly remembered his encounter with the elusive stranger as he was leaving the club, and put his hand on the cheek the smirking blonde had caressed. He could feel his cheeks burning underneath his hand. He slapped both cheeks to snap himself out of it, and proceeded to kicking Kimizuki in the private parts lightly, alerting him to the time of day. Kimizuki let out a high pitched scream as he bolted upright, clutching his crown jewels and swinging his head around, bewildered.

"Good morning and welcome to NOT YOUR GOD DAMN ROOM." Yuu yelled, bending down to put his face directly in front of the startled pink haired man.

Kimizuki groaned and got up, head-butting Yuu in the process. Yuu yelped in pain, clutching his once again bleeding nose.

"Shit, sorry dude!" Kimizuki rushed out to grab a tissue, and an angry and bloody Yuu trailed after him, the burning memories of the attractive stranger currently at the back of his mind.

Shinoa was sat at the table, her head in her hands and the biggest cup of coffee possible beside her. Yoichi was patting her back, and Yuu swore he could her Mitsuba vomiting in her bathroom. They all looked at each other simultaneously, and laughed.

"We survived our first party!" Yoichi whooped, throwing his hands up in the air, Shinoa laughing and groaning at the same time, clutching her head. Kimizuki chuckled lightly as he passed Yuu the tissues.

"What happened to you anyway Yuu?" The sudden question brought Yuu out of his daydream, and it suddenly dawned on him what had happened. He had been noticed by someone outside of his friendship group. But not just anyone, an EXTREMELY attractive male. He tried not to blush at the thought of him.

"You guys ditched me! I got lost in the crowd and someone delivered an elbow blow directly to my nose." The bleeding was becoming lighter as he carefully wiped his face, the blood no longer dripping.

"Yes we can obviously see that, but who helped you? Huh? Huh? Who helped your little booty?" Mitsuba had emerged from the bathroom as Shinoa nudged Yuu, her eyebrows raised as she winked.

He looked around desperately for an escape, and spotted the clock. "Shoot, I'm late for work!" He left Shinoa to her own devices with everyone else in the kitchen, running to his room to get ready.

Ten minutes later he emerged freshly washed and dressed, his black mane barely tamed with a quick brush. He darted to the kitchen and grabbed the flask of coffee Yoichi had prepared for him and a croissant, and darted out again before anyone could get a word in.

Yuu arrived at work with five minutes to spare, panting from running for 20 minutes straight. He worked in the town's only comic book store, and had started three weeks ago. His boss looked over from behind the pile of new arrivals and smiled.

"Yo Yuu! Just in time to sort these out for me! Do you mind?" He got up and headed to the front of the store to leave Yuu to the inventory.

Yuu placed his bag and coat on the coat rack and got to work. 130 comics and 3 hours later, he had just a few left, and his boss informed him that he wouldn't have to work all day.

"It's quiet, and you've just done a day's work, so I'll let you off." He gave Yuu a small smile, and went back to his work.

Yuu cheered under his breath, and hurried to finish off his job. His nose was throbbing and bruising a purple-like colour at this point, but he ignored it. Just as he was placing the last issue on the shelf, the wind chime's melody echoed, signalling a customer had arrived. Yuu turned around, the 'customers are always right' smile plastered on his face when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. Before him was the beautiful stranger from last night. His hair was hanging loose, the shaven parts barely noticeable. He wore a tight white buttoned shirt, the sleeves rolled up just past his elbows, revealing a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. He had his nose ring in still and he wore skin tight black jeans with a pair of black leather shoes. Yuu darted behind the bookcase, his cheeks already burning.

"Oh, hey there Mikaela! Long-time no see!" Yuu's boss greeted Mika with joy, smiling and shaking his hand. Mika. That was what he asked Yuu to call him.

By now he was a shade of red similar to that of a tomato, and was practically holding his breath. He could barely hear his boss and Mika talk now, so he sneakily tried to creep towards the back room. Unfortunately, Yuu was not subtle in the slightest, and managed to walk straight into the small table placed just before the staff entrance. He cursed under his breath as he heard footsteps approaching.

"Yuu, are you alright? I swear you're such a klutz!" His boss laughed it off, but Mika kept his eyes firmly on Yuu, an eyebrow raised in surprise.

"I-I uh, I'm finished, so I'm um going to go now!" He ran into the back room, slamming the door behind him. After what felt like centuries, he grabbed his coat and bag off the rack, and exited through the back door. He leaned against it as it shut, sliding down until he reached the ground.

He processed what had just happened, and he shook his head to rid himself of the embarrassment that was creeping through him. Mika was a comic book lover? This had gotten even better, but yet again he'd embarrassed himself. He almost laughed at himself, but some sort of choking noise came out instead.

"You're not dying down there, are you?" There it was again. The silvery voice. He looked up, and a smirking Mika was kneeling in front of him, the one eyebrow raised once again. Yuu jumped back in surprise, banging his head on the door in the process.

Mika laughed, and stretched his hand to slowly pat Yuu's head. "We've met twice, and you've injured yourself three times in that small space of time. I might have to wrap you up in bubble wrap!" Yuu blushed, and could do nothing to stop it.

"W-why are you talking to me? No one talks to me, let alone shows interest in me." He tried to get up by himself, but without a word, Mika hoisted him up, his hand wrapped firmly around Yuu's arm. Yuu looked up into Mika's eyes in surprise, realising he was around 4 inches taller.

Mika chuckled, and let go of Yuu's arm.

"Truthfully, I don't even know myself. All I know is your name is Yuichiro Hyakuya, you're in my ancient history class, you're a total dork, and you caught my attention 3 weeks ago on your first day of work."

Yuu couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had caught Mika's attention?! He was sure he had caught his attention when he stared too much. His cheeks were a burning red by now, and he covered them slightly with his hand.

"What are you on about Mika?" He tried to say it without stuttering, but his heart was beating 200 times a minute at this point.

"Don't make me say it Yuu. I'm the worst guy you could get to know, and you are the complete opposite of me. I drive a motorcycle. I have tattoos and piercings. I'm alternative. You're quiet, reserved, shy and plain. Yet you've caught my eye, Yuichiro Hyakuya. You've caught the eyes of Mikaela Suwa, and I intend to find out exactly why."

And with that, Mika pulled Yuu in for a kiss.