Author's Remark: Wow! I didn't know. But I just learned the term lime. I guess, you can say there's some lime in here. – (I mean the whole story in general) But duh! Even without labeling it, you guys should've guessed it. Reviews are suggested!

Yukina Himuro's POV:

"KITAMI SHIGURE!" I yelled as I pointed my index finger at him. Kitami yawned.

"Ye—ahhh!" He stumbled over his chair.

"Don't scare me like that. I have a heart made of gold you know." He explained. I ignored his comment.

"If you don't want your secret to be exposed you have to do as I say." I announced with a grin.

"WHHAT?"

6 hours ago, I picked up Kitami's ID card and what was dropped was a tiny USB key. During lunch time, I curiously connected the stick to a computer on campus. Good thing no one was in the computer lab during this time, because I really wanted to be alone. I clicked on a folder that popped up curiously. Inside that folder, there were pictures of Kitami and a blonde older guy. It seemed like the blonde was drunk because his eyes in all the pictures were bloodshot. There were also photos of kids, but I dismissed them. What was interesting was that the drunken blonde kissed Kitami's cheek, and Kitami's expression was... priceless. I printed that image as well as another with a pretty girl. It looked like they were cozy together. After printing a few copies of the two photos, I thought to myself as I logged off my computer, took out the USB key and headed outside to eat: What if I use this piece of information and coerce Kitami to make me understand what love means. Then I can write a series of poems about love. I checked my cell blog, and there were two fan messages:

"Dear Poet,

Your poems inspire me every day.

Signed XXX

"To Poet,

It would be nice if you can write about love poems. It might boost up your viewing streak and popularity!

Signed..."

I read the last sentence of my second fan message: It might boost up your viewing streak and popularity! My brain suddenly clicked in like a piece of puzzle fitting nicely with the others. I've got to write poems about love. I quickly gobbled up all my lunch at a picnic table and tried to find Kitami.

Shigure Kitami's POV:

I realized that I had lost my ID card during my second class. So I went back to my first period class during my break and waited for the class to be over before entering it. I went to the third row and looked around the table. Clean! There was nothing on the table nor was anything on the ground. I asked a student nearby.

"Excuse me. Have you seen an ID card on the floor?" The student looked at his friend and both shook their heads.

"Sorry bro. I don't know."

"Ok thanks." And they both left. I checked again, on top of the table, on the floor and under the tab- I felt a piece of paper under the table. I ripped that piece of paper off and read the message:

Hiyo! [A picture of snow rabbit]

Remember me from English 101? I've got your ID card and your USB key in my possession. If you want them back, please meet me in this classroom after 4. I know you don't have classes after 4, so don't skip out on this, unless, you want your secret to be exposed. Hehe.

Y.H.

Present moment, after 4'clock, in the English 101 classroom:

Yukina Himuro's POV:

I revealed the photos I printed in my hands.

"You see these?" Kitami's expression went from seeing a ghost in the room to vexation.

"Where did. you find. That?" He asked in a haunted voice.

"Where do you think I got this from?" I smirked revealing the source of those copies of photos. Kitami was about to snatch them away as I juggled them around.

"You know, I don't just have these copies on me..." Kitami got frustrated but didn't say anything. He kept trying to steal the USB key and his ID card away from me. I said:

"So you should do as I say." Kitami sighed as he looked exasperated. He muttered to himself:

"I'm so gonna get you back." I cheerfully handed out a few copies of my printed photos around the table. He quickly snatched them away.

"Hey hey! Okay, okay... Stop! I'll do as you say. What do you want from me?"

Shigure Kitami's POV:

That girl said:

"Mission number 1: Hold hands with me!" I stepped back.

"Why?" The girl sighed.

"Because I saw some people holding hands the other day at the park. I just want to try it." Confusedly, I reached my hand towards hers. Firstly, our fingers touched.

"Wahh!" I instantly moved my hand away. "Your fingers... they're freezing! Are you made of snow or ice?" I asked jokingly with a smile. She didn't respond back. She just waited for me to touch her hand again. I sighed and dropped my smile, because only an idiot would propose this silly game. But then again, I'm an idiot for even accepting this. I reached out for her hand again. Our fingers touched and I winced. We continued; from fingers slowly to the palm of our hands. She suddenly declared with her eyes shut:

"Keep going, remember I still have your USB key." I didn't like her tone of voice. But since her eyes were shut, I wanted to take this chance to get back my stuff from her. When I saw her face, her eyes fluttered open. I couldn't dare to look at her anymore because I would go insane. I asked:

"Isn't it enough?"

"No. Wait for our temperature to be the same."

Yukina Himuro's POV:

Our hands were almost at the same temperature. I looked into his sterling grey eyes as he looked into mine. I murmured my name to him. He suddenly looked down and in a swift motion took his ID card and USB key, and left the room. His parting words were:

"I think that's enough for today, bye!" I looked down at my hand and thought: His hand was pretty warm; I didn't think we would really reach the same temperature at this last second. I grimaced, as I got new material to write my first love poem:

"Our hands

Fingers touched; felt hot and cold.

Palms together, wanting more.

As temperature reached zero, they immediately broke away."