A/N: This one is basically the first chapter in Hiruma's POV. Hehehe.
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Track 2: Collision: Devil Remix
"You're not wearing your uniform properly."
That voice. A slight grin appeared on his face. Ah. It's show time. He glanced sideways. Sure enough she was there. The little spitfire of a girl, with more balls than the whole population of their school combined.
"You again." He sneered. "What are you? A member of the fucking fashion police?"
"Hi-ruma..." Kurita whispered beside him, trying to disipitate the tension before it even begun.
"No." She replied, not backing off one bit. "I'm a member of the school's disciplinary committee. It's my job."
He picked the words that he knew would most annoy the girl. "You're job? So it's your job to fucking nag everybody?" He smirked "Huh? Fucking girl?"
Her eyes narrowed. "Please don't call me that. And please wear your tie."
He faced her fully now and leaned in closer. The girl did not budge. "Make me."
He fought to keep his face straight as he saw her smile, her hands were quick. The next thing he knew a piece of fabric was around his neck and was pulled a little tighter than necessary.
"There. Doesn't that look nicer... Hiruma...-kun." She turned around and walked away.
He was left, a little surprise. He reached for the tie and loosened it a bit. The little spitfire of a girl had some tricks up her sleeves he had to admit. Maybe he could use her later. Maybe he'll let her win. For now.