Four delinquents looked at the gathering of screeching girls in excitement. They and the girls were blocking Fumiko's path the outdoors sink. She sighed and decided to wait for the "big event" to be over so she could reach her holy destination: the sink.
"What's going on here?" The blonde asked. "Is a celebrity here or something?"
"You can say that." Fumiko walked up, next to him. The delinquents all look at her in surprise and shock, due to her undetected and sudden appearance.
"Who are you?" The blonde looked down at her.
Fumiko looked up at the blonde. "A first year who really needs to get to the sink."
"Then just walk across, first year who really needs to get to the sink."
"Second year Hayabusa...wait and see. If I head out now…" Fumiko crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. "I'll die."
"How do you-" Hayabusa began before the shrieks of the girls rang out loudly and wheels were heard. Sakamoto stepped out of the building and all of the girls raised their phones to take a picture.
Sakamoto strided and paraded past the girls, while receiving requests for him to sign their jackets.
He stopped and looked at Fumiko. "Having your hair tied back in a ponytail makes you look lively."
"Shut up and leave already. I need the sink." Fumiko rolled her eyes. Sakamoto then did a salute and continued walking past the group. "Don't ditch class."
She began walking towards the sink.
Hayabusa looked at Maruyama. "Oi, isn't he your errand...boy…?!" Maruyama ran off to the sink and past Fumiko, throwing up there.
"Respectful." Fumiko commented and tried to go to the other side of the sink but was blocked off by the other delinquents who were worried about Maruyama and ended up trapping her too.
"Oi, tell me...what has he done to you?" Hayabusa asked. He was towering over Fumiko, who was sandwiched between him and Maruyama.
"I'd appreciate it if you let me go." Fumiko looked up.
"No, don't! I don't want to remember! He's seriously bad news!" Maruyama shouted, over dramatic.
"Um...I don't really care but like, can I go to the other side of the sink. Please?"
"In what way?" Hayabusa asked.
"He's right, Sakamoto is bad news. He's famous among the first years." The two other delinquents shivered. Fumiko sighed. "Here comes trouble."
"But why is he-"Hayabusa was interrupted.
"Can we stop talking about him? You'll regret it!" Maruyama shouted.
"Can you let me go?" Fumiko shouted in Hayabusa's ear.
The blonde took a sip of his drink and stepped back. "Why didn't you say something earlier?"
"I did! Ugh that's it...I'm skipping pe." Fumiko threw her towel at Hayabusa. She looked back with her icy eyes. "Don't bother hurting Sakamoto you deaf blonde." She took off her hair band and sashayed away.
The delinquents stared at her then at the towel she threw at Hayabusa, which was lying on the ground.
"Which class is Sakamoto in?" Hayabusa asked.
"Oi!" Maruyama shouted.
"I'll set a bad example as the second year's top student if this continues."
"Um...Hayabusa-senpai...the girl earlier...her name's Fumiko...She's in the same class as Sakamoto." One of the two delinquents commented.
"Huh…" Hayabusa picked up the towel. "Amusing."
Later on in class, Fumiko, Sakamoto, and Kubota sat next to the window, reading.
Fumiko was reading a manga on basketball and tapping her fingers to the music. Her headphones were on and blasting the latest pop song very loudly.
"Hey guys, I was thinking of changing my hairstyle, what do you think I need?" Kubota asked, playing with the fringe of his hair.
"Just stay the way you are. Why bother? Seems like a lot of pain." Fumiko flipped the page.
"But I want to be trendy once in awhile." Kubota sighed.
"I encountered a cultivation kit that looked just like you, Kubota-kun." Sakamoto suggested.
"No, it'll accentuate the lines of my face."
"I recommend the slightly buzzed look on the sides of the hair." Sera appeared from behind them. "It'll catch all the girls' hearts."
"Funny." Fumiko rolled her eyes.
The classroom door was thrown open and a blonde boy wandered in, directly staring at Sakamoto.
9 "Yo Sakamoto, Thanks for watching out for our Maruyama." Hayabusa held a hostile glare.
"Oh my goodness you truly are deaf." Fumiko muttered.
"I've come to return something you've dropped, Fumiko who really needs to use the sink. Tell me, did you get to the sink afterwards?" His ice blue eyes directed their gaze to Fumiko. He handed her the towel she dropped.
"Not to the sink I was originally planning to." Fumiko stared back at him, before snatching away her towel.
"I apologize. However, I have plans with your friend. Oi Sakamoto…" Hayabusa glared at him. "Lend me your face for a bit.
"Very well." Sakamoto closed his book and took out a clay pack. He opened it and slammed his face on the clay, leaving an imprint of his face. "I'll need this by the third period, for art class. Please return it by then."
"Did I ask you to make a joke?"Hayabusa asked.
"You're in deep trouble, blondie." Fumiko smirked. "Serves you right for hogging the sink and making me walk extra steps."
"You're that laz…?" Hayabusa was interrupted by the attacks of the other girls in the class as they went from cutesy lil helpless girls to carnivorous predators of the Savanna.
Hayabusa dodged and eventually smashed the clay. All the girls began to cry and shriek while Fumiko covered her ears and winced.
"Interesting...normally I don't mess with first years...but I'll make an exception for you. Meet me after school at 2 pm."
"Are you going?" Fumiko asked Sakamoto.
"You, Kubota and I have cleaning duty. So don't think of skipping that too." Sakamoto responded.
"I see…" Fumiko flipped her manga page. "Tch...thought I could go home early."