"You seem…exhausted," one of my friends said.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked sarcastically, letting my head thud against the desk. It was lunchtime now and my friends and I had congregated in the classroom, eating lunch at the desks.

"Sorry, I'm not in a good mood today," I murmured a apology, and was forgiven immediately.

"Hey, read the latest chapter of Katekyo Hitman Reborn?" one of them asked. I nodded sluggishly in response, receiving a frown.

"I wonder what happened to Hibari, versing Varia by himself. I think that Fon probably got the curse removed temporarily and helped out," the friend continued, the others nodding in agreement.

"He's probably sleeping right now," I muttered.

"Hm?"

"Oh, nothing."

"I noticed that you didn't say anything about Hibari," the same friend said. "Isn't he your favourite character?"

He was, once. But after remembering the dent in the floor and the rest of the morning, I let my head hit the desk again.

When I got back home, I was about to throw my bag on the couch when I saw Hibari sleeping there. I sighed, before letting the bag drop on the ground quietly. I walked into the kitchen, and opened the cupboard. I reached in and grabbed onto nothing. I looked inside to see the last packet of ramen gone. Checking the bin, I sighed. He ate the last packet. By almost doing nothing, he was disturbing my daily routine.

I did homework, while he was watching me. It was disturbing. After a long time of living alone, his very presence was making my brain go haywire.

'Slap him…just slap him.'

'Is he this bored?'

'Just pretend he doesn't exist.'

I glanced at him to see him staring straight at me.

"Have you got something else apart from staring at me like a freak?" I asked him, unsure if he understood that much English. He did not respond. He stared blankly back, as though he did not even hear me.

I sighed, before taking out Japanese homework from my school bag. He glanced down at it before looking away with a smirk. I pretended I didn't see, also pulling out the Japanese to English and English to Japanese dictionary. I started translating the text and answering the questions when I noticed that Hibari was just watching me write Japanese. It was at that moment that I realised that 93% of the Japanese that I learnt at school could not be used in with someone like him. Unless I wanted to know what his favourite school subjects were or ask what his name was, which would make me feel pretty damn stupid if I did.

"Did…I make a mistake?" I asked, thinking how stupid I was to ask in English. He glanced up at me before looking down at what I had written.

"It's ugly."

I stuttered.

"E-excuse me?"

"Your handwriting is ugly," he said. Honestly, I didn't know whether to be shocked that he just insulted my Japanese handwriting or that he actually spoke English. I picked up my schoolbook and slapped him with it, regretting it instantly. I stood up suddenly, and bowed before running into the kitchen.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked myself loudly, clenching your fists together. "You just slapped Hibari! Hibari!"

You felt like knocking yourself out if it were not for the deadly presence you sensed behind you.

"Y-yes?" you said weakly, submissively turning around to look at the floor instead of his face. I heard footsteps approach me, slowly. I cringed, expecting to wake up tomorrow with a migraine and broken bones until I heard the sound of metal clashing into metal. I opened my eyes and turned around to see Hibari putting a cooking pot on the stove.

"I hate owing people."

I did not understand at the time what he said, but later I would.

After dinner, I noticed that he was reading. At a closer look, I noticed it was the Japanese to English dictionary I had before.

'Is…he trying to learn English to talk to me?' I thought, before shrugging off the idea that the ruthless prefect was learning English for me. I had my daily shower [thank you for having a suite!] before retiring to bed. It was only then that I realised that I did not even think about where Hibari would sleep. I got up and opening the door slowly to see Hibari already sleeping on the couch. I frowned, before pulling one of the sheets from the bed before kneeling and slowly, without waking him, laid the sheet over him.

I looked down at his peaceful face, thinking that it was much better when he slept rather than when he was awake. I stopped myself when I realised that I had been staring too long, and was a little closer than I should have been.

I got up quietly and retired back to my room, hoping to forget that I was staring at him like the darned fangirl I am.

One day being woken up with tonfa maniac Hibari Kyoya was the worst. But the next morning, I woke up not to the high-pitched alarm clock sitting at the bedside drawer beside me, but by a high-pitched unmanly scream.

"HIIIIE!"

As if I was not looking for a reason to beat up someone.