The next day
Tenma sighed to herself as she walked through the halls of her school, replaying what had happened yesterday over and over in her mind. She never did find Harima, but knowing him, he probably went home. She couldn't remember how to get to his house now, curse this stupid memory of hers! If she had a better long-term memory, then she wouldn't be STUCK in this mess. Her feet felt like led as she trudged into homeroom.
. . .
Harima's feet felt like led as he trudged into homeroom. He was in a bad mood after thinking about what happened all last night. Add sleep deprivation on top of all that, and you have a perfect mixture of an 'stay-the-heck-away-from-me' aura. And stay away from him people did. Even Hanai sat a little further away than normal.
'I've been nothing but nice to this girl,' thought Harima bitterly, 'and she still doesn't see that I am not the pervert she thinks I am? I thought we had got past that!' He grumbled as he took a seat at a desk that was FAR from Tenma's. He didn't want to even look at Tenma today, even if it meant he had to bully one poor, unsuspecting soul out of their seat.
. . .
Tenma walked into the classroom slowly and unsure of herself. When she saw Harima positioned the at the seat furthest her, she felt a pain in her gut. Why did Harima react so badly to her finding out? Even Karasuma couldn't distract her today. She felt shocked at this thought even as it traveled through her small brain. 'This must be his plan,' she thought to herself, suspicious of Harima's actions, 'WELL! Two can play that game Kenji!'
TENMA VS. KENJI
BEGIN!