"Hey Kanade," says Rukia, as she and Orihime come walking over towards my desk.
"Oh, good morning you two," I say, while trying to muffle out my long, strenuous yawn.
"What's with you? You aren't usually this tired?" says Rukia, as she crosses her arms over her small bust.
"Hm? Oh, ah…it's n-nothing," I say, while quickly trying to dodge the subject. No way was I going to tell them about yesterday in a place like this!
"Oh, Kanade-chan! Have you seen the new transfer student yet? He's so scary looking," says Orihime, as a worried expression crosses over her beautiful, bubbly face.
"Huh? I haven't. What's his name?"
"It's a really odd name. It's-"
Suddenly, the sensei walks into class, and immediately everyone shuffles into their seats.
Unfortunately, I drop my feet off from the chair in front of me. It's been empty since the beginning of the year. Since I was seated in the back and had classmates all around me, it was difficult for the sensei to see what I was doing. Now I wouldn't be able to relax since this was the only available desk for the new transfer.
"As I'm sure all of you have heard, we have a new transfer student…who should have already been here 10 minutes ago," she says, slightly irritated.
Suddenly, the door is slid open and all of us snap our heads towards the direction of the entrance. In walks a tall, lean male. My heart rate quickens and just like that, my palms begin to grow clammy. He wears Karakura High's standard male uniform. But not exactly how it should be. His shirt is nowhere near to being tucked in. He didn't even both with the buttons, leaving them all un did which reveals his white undershirt. From his pocket, a silver ringed chain dangles casually, as the skull on the end bounces with each step he takes.
"Yo," he says casually, as he gives a nod towards the class and sensei. He stands there calmly, as he digs his hands into his pockets. Immediately, the class begins to buzz. A few of the males are envious of the one in front of them. Other's are a little scared by his appearance and attitude. The same goes for the girls, but almost all are talking about his Godly appearance. I, on the other hand, stand up from my chair, causing all eyes to land on me.
"Higurashi-san. Is something the matter?" asks the sensei, as she gives me a quizzical look. I then notice as to how my body is tensed, and I can already tell I'm red.
Nodding my head in disagreement, I sit back down in my seat.
Beside me, Ichigo asks me if everything's all right. I give him a smile and wave it off.
"You're 10-
"I know. I kept getting stopped by a girl every damn minute," he says, with a slight scowl.
Most of the boys give each other looks. A look that says, "why would you be disappointed with that?"
Little do they know that the guy in front of them, is already spoken for. By me.