The car pulled up in front of the building Akari's first class was in. For some reason she'd been insane enough to schedule her required science class first thing in the morning. She was a pre-law student but she still had to take other courses.
"Thanks for the ride Mr. Gori. I'll call when I'm ready to be picked up." Akari said this politely as she hopped out of the car.
Mr. Gori just smiled at her and tilted his head before driving off. He probably had to go pick up her father now.
Akari took a deep breath before walking up to the building and going inside. She was so nervous. She had been with the same students since she was in elementary school, but now she was alone. Here she wasn't the daughter of the original Host Club members. Here she was just another faceless student.
A handsome boy with hair the color of milk chocolate and a wicked smile holds the door to the classroom for her.
"Thanks," she's shocked by how softly her voice is. Usually she's so firm and sure of herself; yet, she's never had a boy smile at her that way. No boy at Ouran would dare smile at her that way, not with her Uncle Tamaki as headmaster.
The boys here didn't know that though. They didn't who her parents were. They didn't know who their friends were. They would just see her as another pretty, yet faceless, girl.
"Anytime sweetheart," his grin now spread to his eyes and Akari found herself entranced. She didn't know how, but his eyes were a sparkling green.
She felt herself falling as she looked into his eyes. He must've felt it too, because they just stood there for a moment, staring at each other. They probably could've stood there all day, except for one little problem.
The professor had arrived.
"Is there a problem?" A man wearing a fashionable, but worn, business suit was staring at the two of them over the rim of his glasses. He couldn't have been more than a decade older than Akari and if he hadn't held himself like a professor and dressed like one, she would've thought that he was a student. His tone though was haunting, there was no emotion in it whatsoever. It was almost as if he had no emotion to show.
"Not at all Professor Hisakawa, I was just holding the door open for–" His eyes moved back to Akari, asking for a name.
"Morinozuka, I'm Akari Morinozuka." Akari thought it was her imagination, but Professor Hisakawa seemed to jerk a little when he heard her family name. Maybe he recognized her family?
"–Miss Morinozuka. I'm sorry we were in your way Professor." The green-eyed boy finished.
"That's fine Mr. Hatano. Let's not hold up class any longer though." There was a faint hint of an emotion in his voice that Akari could only identify as shock. She didn't understand why, though. There was nothing to be shocked over, not even her family name.
She headed inside the classroom first, since she was blocking the doorway. Mr. Hatano and Professor Hisakawa followed her inside.
Akari took a seat in the front row and was joined by Mr. Hatano.
"I'm Yuji Hatano; it's nice to meet you Miss Morinozuka." Akari blushed as he took her hand and kissed it gently. It was almost as if he had stepped out of the romance novels Aunt Alianore kept around her house.
"It's nice to meet you Mr. Hatano."
"Please, call me Yuji, I start looking around for my father when I hear someone say Mr. Hatano."
"Then please call me Akari." Yuji gave her a dazzlingly wicked smile before Professor Hisakawa called everyone's attention to the front.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Beginner's Biology. I believe that I recognize some of you from Beginner's Chemistry last trimester. For the rest of you – I'm Professor Eito Hisakawa. I have a Master's Degree in Biochemistry and I expect each and every one of you to give this class your upmost attention. Now, open your books to chapter one and let's get started."
All of this was said in a cool, unemotional voice. His voice wasn't unemotional like Uncle Kyoya's could be. Professor Hisakawa's was truly unemotional. Almost as if he had no emotions, or that they were buried so deeply that they never showed.
Akari was fascinated. She had a wickedly handsome boy flirting with her and a mysterious professor. Tokyo University was already proving to be more interesting than Ouran had ever been.