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Chapter 3: Doesn't Matter. Really?

"H-Hitsugaya?" Accidentally saying his name, she looked away. "I mean…what is it?"

"Do I know you from somewhere?" The more he looked at her, the more entranced he became.

"O-O-Of course not."

"Then how do you know my name already?"

"I…I…" She let out a sigh. 'I have no choice…'

"I'm really sorry about this."

"About wha-"

Bringing her hands to the boy's cheek, she gave him a charming smile. "It doesn't really matter how I know your name, now does it?"

Hitsugaya felt a blush on his cheeks, yet his mind was in a daze; a calming light that was drawing him in, and oddly enough, he didn't mind. "Not really." His eyes were fixed on Momo's figure, mesmerized by each movement from Momo. It was then that someone accidentally bumped into Hitsugaya, making Momo pull her hand away from his cheek.

'Oh no! The spell's broken!'

The white-haired Hitsugaya shook his head to dispel the dizziness. "What just happened…?" It seemed his question was directed at Hinamori, who was now frantically thinking of a solution to this problem.

"…"

"I'm almost positive I've seen you before, and you still haven't told me how you know my name already."

She around for an idea, and the inspiration came when she saw a poster for the foreign language club.

"Ano…e-eigo ga wakarimasen…" She stuttered out before speeding towards her locker, leaving a confused Hitsugaya behind.

'But you do understand English.'

Still panting, Momo opened up her locker, and took out the books for her next class. 'Thank you, Japanese.'

Glancing up at her schedule, she gave out a smile, knowing the rest of her classes were going to be easy. After finishing up at the locker, she started heading towards the room of her next class, but the small walk was interrupted by herself, as she quickly ran to the side.

"I'm telling you…I've seen her before, and what's more, she's trying to avoid me."

"What does it matter? You've got tons of girls to choose from."

"When did I say it mattered?"

"Careful now, you're blushing." Ichigo gave a smug look before getting a protein bar shoved into his mouth. "Have a protein bar."

"T…ph…shi…ph…ro!"

"Like I said, it doesn't matter. I was just wondering."

"Sure. Of course it doesn-" He shut up immediately when he saw Hitsugaya pulling out another breakfast bar.

"That's what I thought. Just drop the subject."

"Oh come one, you can at least tell me if she's cute or not." The words brought a pink tinge to Hitsugaya's cheek, who skillfully walked a bit faster to cover it from Ichigo.

"No…she's not cute."

"Oh that's too bad, I might've gone for her too."

"Whatever." He walked off, too bored to finish the conversation.

The unnoticed girl standing not too far away overheard the conversation that was supposed to be kept between the two.

Author's note: This chapter was so much easier to write than the others for some reason, anyway, I hope you guys liked it! By the way, the Japanese up there is supposed to mean 'I don't understand English'. It was a random idea outta nowhere. I hope it was funny and please review. I'll update when I reach 46 reviews.