I was in a bit of a hurry to post this so there might be a lot of errors. I'll edit it later on, maybe.

Disclaimer: Don't own POT and the like.

"Fuji-senpai! I really like you, please accept this!"

The bowing girl had a nice nape, Fuji thought.

He mentally shook his head, trying to focus on the pink envelope she was handing him, but her nape looked nicer than her fingers so he just couldn't help focus on that.

Oh, right. Envelope.

"I'm sorry, Harada-san, I'm really flattered but I'm afraid I don't return your feelings," Fuji apologized as nicely as he could. These sort of things were never really easy for him, for more reasons than one.

The girl remained in the same position for a few seconds. Then, while bowing, she retracted her arms, bringing the confession letter to her chest. Her shoulders began to tremble, causing a frown to stretch across Fuji's face.

"Harada-san..." Fuji called, leaning forward to place a hand on her shoulder.

"I-I'm sorry to have bothered you, F-Fuji-senpai. I-I just...!" Harada sobbed as she began to straighten herself, rubbing her eyes in an effort to stop crying.

"You didn't bother me, Harada-san. I'm sorry that it isn't me but I'm certain that you'll find someone who will feel for you as much as you feel for them," Fuji reassured her. The girl sniffed, peering at Fuji with teary eyes.

"R-Really?"

"Of course," Fuji replied with a sincere smile. Harada blinked and gave him a surprisingly genuine smile.

"You're really kind, Fuji-senpai. Thank you very much. I hope you find some who will like you as much as you like them, as well," Harada replied as she worked to wipe away her tears.

When the girl came to him with the pink confession letter, Fuji found that, rather than shy—which was the personality she had been meeting him with for the past year—Harada was actually quite bold. He had actually seen it before when she was with her friends, whom she met with loud greetings, but it was the first time that he himself was faced with it. Quietly, he wondered if it was a trend among girls these days or if they really believed that the shy underclassman thing was a good tactic to getting the hearts of upperclassmen.

Nonetheless, he gave her a smile and his thanks. They bid each other farewell and Fuji headed off to the camera shop just a few blocks away.

Fuji Syusuke had never really been one to care much about honesty or authenticity. People lied and people hid things. He didn't mind because he lied and hid things as well. It wasn't that big of a deal. He didn't lie very much—he didn't usually feel the need to—but when he did, he lied for a reason. It wasn't always a good reason but it was his decision to lie for that reason so he stuck with it. Compared to lying, he hid things a lot more often although it was more because he enjoyed spending his time learning about others rather than educating them about him, and he thought that was just fine. He had long since accepted that he was a human that lied and hid things. Letting other humans lie and hide things, he thought, was common curtesy and it didn't bother him in the least.

He found them pretty boring, though, people who lied and hid things. There was too many of the type. They were like boxes, he thought. They're interesting because they're closed and is hiding something from view but once they've been opened, all a person really want to do is put them outside with the trash because it was no longer "that thing that might have collected something interesting" but "that thing that was collecting dust and insect eggs". He learned that those people, who lied and hid things, could be pretty much defined by what they were locking away. That while they seemed limitless with their depth of secrets, they were actually already standing in front of a line they made themselves.

And it is with that logic that Fuji deduced some time ago that he was pretty boring too. Because he lied and hid things too.

He preferred people like Eiji, whose feelings were all out in the open and even if he tried to hide them, his nature simply wouldn't let him and he'd just end up blabbering everything he wanted to say and once that's out of the way, he'll find something else to feel something about. He moved forward without minding limits, even if he did so with a lot of detours.

He even thought that Tezuka was a whole lot more interesting than he was, because he never tried to kept his goals and feelings secret simply because he was convinced that he didn't need to and that he should focus all his efforts on reached his aforementioned goals. His path, compared to Eiji, was straight and every step he took towards it was purposeful.

But, Fuji didn't mind being boring and different from his two friends. He was content with moving forward only to get good seats to the show.

He entered the camera shop and regarded the two familiar clerks behind the counter with a smile. Both returned the gesture to their regular.

"You're just in time, Fuji-kun! We just finished developing your pictures!" Sonohara-san, a twenty-something woman who had only been working in the shop for around a year, told the middle-schooler kindly as she walked towards the shop's developing room.

"I've gotta say, you took some pretty interesting pictures this time, Fuji," Masaoka-san, an old man who had been working in the shop ever since Fuji first stepped in it when he was a first year in Seigaku, complimented the boy with lopsided, wrinkly grin.

"Thank you, Masaoka-san," Fuji replied with a smile.

"Although, you should really stop hanging around graveyards. People will scold you if you take pictures of them while they're grieving, you know?"

"Eh? But weren't you the one who showed me that spot, Masaoka-san?" Fuji asked with a grin.

"Well, if I'd known you'd be such a menace to the people there, I'd have never shown you that spot! Tarou's been yappin' my ear off about you. Said you've been going there every week and that you should consider yourself lucky that you haven't bothered anyone that could get you into trouble," Masaoka groaned, closing his eyes with a frown as though reliving the scolding from his old graveyard keeper friend.

"But it's too good a spot to pass up. Interesting things happen there all the time," Fuji told the old man. Masaoka opened his eyes and regarded the middle schooler with a raised brow.

"Brat, did you even hear—"

"Excuse me!"

The conversation between the boy and the old man was cut short by the entry of a dark green haired woman, clad in a black blazer over a plain white shirt and slacks, who was familiar to Fuji and, apparently, Masaoka as well.

"Has the film I brought been developed?" you asked with the same voice of urgency that you had used to ask Fuji for that cellphone picture of Yamada Ryoichiro's grave.

"Unfortunately, I've got some bad news for you, Little Miss," Masaoka replied with a frown as he reached under the counter for the roll of film you had left to him. He pulled it out and placed it on the counter in front of you.

"That's an old Neopan 1600 film. Fujifilm hasn't manufactured any of that since a long time ago so we don't have the equipment to develop it anymore, unfortunately."

Frustration flooded your very being immediately, but it wasn't towards the old man. You were more frustrated by the fact that the film was a very important clue to your case but nobody in this place, not even your branch's pathetic excuse of a forensics team had the equipment to develop it. Masaoka, who had noted your frustration, decided to offer some advice.

"If you want, you could take that to the Fujifilm headquarters at Akasaka, they might have some means to develop it since it was their product before."

"Akasaka?" You frowned. The old man had said "might", meaning it wasn't sure that the place had the equipment, and even if it did, Akasaka was around an hour away from where you were. You wouldn't be able to catch the place open and the earliest your film could be developed would at least be the day after tomorrow. You didn't have that long.

You lips pulled into a tight frown and it was during these cases that you wished you had been friends with some judge so that it'd be easier to get a warrant and your way.

In the end, you heaved a sigh, releasing the tension from your shoulders. You were frustrated but the old man didn't deserve to be at the receiving end of it.

"Thank you for your work," you told the man as you took the roll of film in your hands and into your bag. You were upset and nobody was allowed to contradict that, but you still had your manners.

"Good luck, Little Miss," Masaoka offered, eyeing you worriedly. You gave him a pathetic excuse of a grin before taking off.

Fuji watched you curiously. You had taken absolutely no notice of him during the whole ordeal and by the way your eyes were trained on the film and Masaoka, he figured that you weren't ignoring him, rather, you simply didn't see him. You were rather single-minded, he noted.

"Thanks for waiting! Here are your photos, Fuji-kun!" Sonohara told him, happily handing him the small envelope containing his developed pictures.

"Thank you, Sonohara-san! See you later!" Fuji replied hurriedly, snatching the envelope from the woman's hands before taking off after you. Sonohara blinked at the rushing boy, whom she had never really seen that worked up before. She turned towards her superior.

"Masaoka-san, did something happen to Fuji-kun?" Masaoka, who had been watching Fuji knowingly ever since you left, let out a refreshed sigh as he leaned back on his chair.

"Nothing, just youth."

"Yayoi-san!"

You blinked in surprise. You knew that voice, you heard it not four days ago.

"Fuji?" you said in surprise as turned around, finding the boy running towards you. The middle schooler gave you happy smile before greeting you properly. You returned the gesture, although with a bit more hesitancy since you were still recovering from the surprise.

"Yayoi-san, you're looking to develop an old film?" You blinked, how had he known that? Fuji grinned.

"I was at the camera shop you just left. You didn't seem to see me, though." You blinked again, how did he know what you were thinking?

"You're a bit transparent, Yayoi-san. Most of your questions just shows up on your face, did you know that?" Okay, now this was getting ridiculous. You crossed your arms and regarded the chuckling middle schooler with a frown.

"Yes, well, I'm a bit busy right now so maybe we can talk next time?" Fuji grinned again. You didn't even try to hide the fatigue and dismay you were feeling.

"Actually, I was going to tell you that I might be able to help you." And just like that, any fatigue or dismay was gone and replaced by curiosity and wide-eyed hope.

"The president of the photography club at my school is a collector of obsolete films, but he doesn't have room to develop them at home so he leaves his developing equipment in the club room. If you want, we could develop your film there."

"Can you really do that?!" you asked loudly, earning the attention of random passerbys. Fuji gave you a wide smile and a nod.

"I've developed a few films by myself before so I think I'll be able to do it."

Fuji didn't even have time to prepare himself before a body slammed against him, the arms on said body coiling around his neck.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

And again, Fuji did not have time to prepare himself for when you suddenly untangled yourself from him. You gave him a staggeringly bright grin before pulling him away by the hand. Perhaps you'd be able to come home before four, you thought happily.

Kougami Yayoi is a very interesting person. Or at least, Fuji thinks so. Your personality was somewhere in between Eiji and Tezuka, although you were a nudge or two nearer to the former than the latter. Your thoughts and feelings were written all over your amber eyes and very being. Fuji learned that sometimes it was because, like Eiji, it was simply in your nature to be that way and sometimes, although this happens less often, it was because you were putting all your efforts into a goal like Tezuka. He would compare you to a box just to be consistent with his train of thought but you, like his two friends, transcended the simile.

You were also an adult which, in Fuji's opinion, gave you points because most adults were essentially boring and full of secrets.

"Thanks for your help, Fuji. It seems like you're always helping me with my work nowadays," you told your young friend as the two of you walked from the school and into the night. Fuji watched with a smile as you held the envelope holding the photos from the film in front of you, cooing to it like it was a newborn baby.

"It's not a problem, Yayoi-san," he told you not because he was being polite but because helping you, he found, was really more of a delight than a problem.

"But you're really good at things like this, not like those incompetent people at my office," you told him, huffing at the thought of the good-for-nothing forensics team. Fuji laughed at your venting.

"I'm serious! If you ever get tired of tennis, you should try out for the police force. I'll help you out," you offered.

"Haha, I'll keep that in mind." Fuji nodded to himself with a happy smile. He looked at the empty tennis courts as the both of you passed them by.

"It'll probably take a long time before I get tired of tennis, though. It's just a bit too interesting to let go." You followed his line of sight and smiled.

"Ah, well it's good to have something you really want to do in life while you're still young." You nodded to yourself as the both of you approached the parking lot.

"Well, I'll see you next time, Yayoi-san," Fuji told you with a wave.

"EH?! What are you talking about? I'm taking you home!" you told him, your face and voice the epitome of disbelief. Fuji probably would've blinked had his eyes not been perpetually closed.

"Eh? But Yayoi-san, you still have to get those to the police," he reminded you.

"I'll take them later!" Fuji's lips pulled into a small, worried frown.

"But—"

"Just get in already!" It was probably because of the exasperated tone that Fuji obeyed almost immediately.

"I'm sorry for the trouble, Yayoi-san..." Fuji apologized, still slightly surprised at the woman's exasperation.

"I'm the one who kept you here until late, right? So, don't worry about it," you told him gruffly as you revved the car alive.

"Honestly, what kind of adult do you think I am? Letting a middle schooler go home all by himself at this time of night... Do I really look that irresponsible? Really..."

Fuji chuckled nervously.

Whew, finally got that out of the way. Now, onto the Author's Notes!

Firstly, I'd like to thank Teddy for his/her review. Don't worry about coming off as creepy, your review is pretty much what got this chapter out, haha. Having made one of the OCs you like is a heavy burden so I'll work hard to not disappoint you in the future. :D

Oh, and since Teddy brought it up, I'd just like to clarify that Yayoi is actually 27, making her 12 years older than Fuji. She was a first year middle schooler in Seigaku 15 years ago. She also went to high school there (I read from the POT wikia that Seigaku offers high school) and went to Police School right after.

BTW, I don't know where Seigaku is in Tokyo but I do know that Fujifilm is in Akasaka, Tokyo so let's just pretend that Seigaku isn't, ne?

Oh, and if any Psycho-Pass fans are reading this: yes, I did get Masaoka's name there. Unfortunately, he won't be the last since there are probably going to be more characters named after the Psycho-Pass people.

Okay, that's it! Thanks for reading and please leave a review~