Before reading this chapter: I've been having some personal struggles, so I won't be updating as often as I hoped I could. If you're wondering what's going on; I got into a fight with one of my best friends, my mom went to visit my cousins who live 8 hours away, and my cat was hit by a car. Yes... he's dead. So, I'm sorry if you're upset about me not updating often, but it's hard to find the motivation right now. Please bear with me.

"Tenten is here!" She could hear being yelled through her window as she arrived. There was already a huge crowd of people waiting for her, reporters and students alike. Her manager quickly ran around to open Tenten's door and attempted to block everyone from her, claiming, "She's not taking pictures." Tenten was waving at her "fans" while Yonbom was attempting to maneuver a way through the wave of people. "Sorry! No pictures!"

Even when she sat down in her class room, people continued to take pictures. Bom put his hands in the way of the "fan's" phones, telling them to "Put the phone away."

As she sat in her chair, awaiting the professor, she heard a group of three boys talking about her as she fanned herself with her school book, "I want to be that book." One of them said.

"I want to be that chair."

"I want to be her hair."

On the contrary, she also heard three girl classmates talking about her a few rows in front of her. "She got a nose job."

"Yeah, that can't be natural."

"She carved her chin. No one is born like that."

"Anyone can look like her if she gets made."

"You would be prettier if you had it done."

"You would too." The girls jokes amongst themselves.

"Get some surgery so I can battle you." Tenten muttered under her breath.

"Noona, calm down." Bom said, "You're here to look good."

"What's taking them so long?" Tenten complained, "Start the class already and get it over with."

As she finished her statement, her professor walked it. The class said a collective "Hi" while he began doing roll call.

Tenten's eyes widened and she said quietly, "The next door neighbor! What's he doing here?"

"You know him?" Bom asked.

"Yes, I know him." Tenten pouted, "He lives next door."

"Really? That's good. This isn't a drama class so it's difficult. You have to retake this class because you received an F in it."

"What?"

"You didn't do anything wrong to him did you? You moved yesterday, I'm sure you didn't have time." Bom claimed happily.

"I did have time." Tenten put her head down as she recalled the elevator and when she yelled at him that night.

"When blowflies mate," Neji began teaching. Tenten was incredibly bored throughout the entire lecture, and kept falling in and out of sleep, not that it had gone unnoticed by Neji, who was kind enough to let it slide, "the female blowfly eats the male blowfly.

"The male fly wants to mate, but doesn't want to get eaten. In other words, it wants to keep eros without thanatos." The class laughed, and Tenten faked a laugh as to "fit in" with the rest of the class. "So the male blowflies find a strategy." Neji continued, "It brings something to eat for the female. The females eat the piece of meat the male brings while mating. The male could mate without being in danger. Then even more advanced males bring their sacrifice wrapped in a cocoon. The male now has more time because the female needs to take the wrapping off." A short pause to allow those writing to catch up, "Because this method worked, cunning males wrapped their food in thick cocoons without fillings. When the female finds out that she has been fooled, the male is already done." Another collective laughter. "After a while, the females started checking the gift by shaking it." He paused once more, "But now even more advanced males wrap their feces inside, because it weighs about the same."

After class let out, and the only ones left in the room were Neji and Tenten, she was her chance and went to talk to him. "Professor! I coudn't even imagine it because you looked so young! What a surprise! It was really good to see you." She cheesed.

"Good to see me?"

"Of course!" She paused, waiting for a reply. When she got none, she continued, "Oh, is it because of last night? Were you surprised? Me too. I get bipolar sometimes. I think it was last night. It's like a common cold nowadays."

"What do you want?"

Tenten straightened up her back and addressed him, "About the essay you assigned. I thought it was quite a lot of work."

"And?"

Tenten, trying to express how "important" she is, began explaining, "Why do you think Asia became one? I think it's because of the Hallyu. Culture made us one. And I'm at the very core..." She smiled at him. All she gor from Neji was a cold stare, so she relented, "Yeah... I'll just get straight to the point. I'm really busy because of the drama shooting, but I got butchered on the news today. So I have no choice but to come to school. But the essay is too much for me." She had her arms crossed.

Neji turned towards the door and began to walk, "So please help me!" Tenten begged as she saw him move."Please! I know that I didn't leave the best impression, but look at the coincidence. You're my next door neighbor and you're also my professor! You never know," Tenten lightly dusted off some nonexistent dirt on his shoulder, politely, "this could go a long way. I could pay you back one day. That's just life."

As soon as Neji heard this, he finally turned his head to look Tenten in the eyes.

"What?" She asked, slightly startled by his sudden staring.

Neji took a step towards her, and she instinctively took a step back, ever so slightly. "That's not life."

"Yes? Uhm, excuse me-" Neji took another step in her direction, pinning her legs to the front row of desks.

"Once I help you, there's going to be a second time. And a third time. You're going to mooch off of me for more help. That's how people live." His face was almost in hers by now, head tilted just enough to where it was facing her ear more than anything, "And there won't be a day you pay me back. Because life is too short for a person to grow up." He removed his face and stepped back. He turned and walked out of the door, paperwork in hand.

After Tenten snapped out of her trance, she looked in the direction of the door. "Did he just speak informally?" She frowned at the thought, "He's obviously younger than me."