Walking towards Language 1 classroom upstairs is not that pleasant. She had already used the Breather twice because she was rushing up the stairs, not giving him a chance to keep up with her.

The pain in her chest was unbearable and she clutch onto her chest tightly. It's been a long time since she had an asthmatic attack. She remembered that time when she turned 14, her asthma attack completely stopped for two years in a row, she got so happy that she got rid of her asthma.

But then, the doctor told her after a month that her asthma attacks had stopped, that the symptoms may reoccur at any time in her adulthood.

When she took the last step on the stairs to the upper landing, she heard loud laughter of guys who weren't visible just yet. She quickly lowered her cap instinctively and took the turn towards the class.

But the guys coming from the other side didn't know that she was there and her head hit one of them, hard, on the chest. Her immediate thought was that whoever she bumped into, is just a little taller than Hitsugaya.

Her books dropped from her hand, cap slipped down her head onto the floor and the wool from his sweater or shirt entered her nostrils. She backed away immediately, not wanting to get another attack, and slipped, in the edge of falling down the stairs.

She shut her eyes tight, hand threw in front of herself, trying to grasped something. But she didn't scream. It would be fatal if she got an attack while falling down the stairs.

A strong arm supported her waist and another at the back of her head, pulling her back to balance. When she was finally standing steadily on the solid floor, Aizen saw the most angelic features on her face than any of those he's been looking at.

His first impression on her was that she's cute. Eyes shut tightly, biting her lower lip hard. She looks just like a doll. After a while, she opened an eye to look around for a bit. Seeing that she was saved from the fall, she opened both and sighed.

But then she took something out of her pocket and inhaled it for a few times. She slowly pushed him away with her free hand, turning her head to the other side as if he had bad breath. Kaien looked at her in interest. Does this girl even know who Sosuke is?! Hah...she the first girl that I've seen pushing away from him!

She said after a while, catching her breath, 'Thank you very much...but I'm allergic to woolen stuff, so...please...' she smiled apologetically.

'Oh, sorry...' he didn't know what he was apologizing for. It was like she placed a spell on him or something because he can't seem to take his eyes off her. He backed away a few steps immediately.

She smiled again and bent down to pick up her books. But first she placed on her cap and lowered it so it covered her beautiful irises. Aizen frowned at the sight of it. He liked her eyes.

'Why do you do that? You have beautiful eyes...' he said his thoughts out loud before he could stop himself. She looked up immediately, wide-eyed, at him. It wasn't the first time she heard that compliment. She didn't believe it. But now, told by a stranger she just met for a few minutes, she's beginning to believe it's true.

She just smiled and look behind at the stairs as if checking if someone was coming. She's been doing it since she bent down to gather her books.

'Are you expecting someone?' Aizen asked as she stood up, with her books in her hands. He'd been so busy staring that he didn't even help as he would if it were anyone else.

A student from below came up the stairs and when she passed, Hinamori sighed. Thank God it's not him. But he probably couldn't recognize her anyway.

'No...' she answered distractedly and looked behind her back again. Footsteps were heard and a head with silvery hair came into sight. She gasped loudly and turned around quickly.

She looked a little frighten. Aizen and Kaien tilted their heads to see who's coming up the stairs that had frighten her. Kaien frown at sight of Hitsugaya Toushiro's figure, coming up the stairs.

'I would love to stay and thank you for saving my life back then, but I'm in a rush...so, I have to go now. Thank you very much for helping me.' and she walked away quickly without waiting for Aizen to respond.

'Wait, what...' Aizen sighed. As she disappeared inside the doors of Language 1 classroom, Hitsugaya Toushiro reached the top of the stairs walked pass them without a glance into Language 1 after her.

Aizen looked down at his shoes and beside it was a student ID. He bent down and picked it up curiously. Aizen looked at the picture in the ID. It belonged to the girl from just now and she looked extremely like a doll.

Hinamori Momo. The side of Aizen's lips curved into half a smile as he pushed the ID into his sweater pocket. Kaien beside him had been mumbling to himself all the time since they saw Hitsugaya coming up the stairs.

She had already noticed that Hitsugaya had been staring at her since the minute he stepped into Language 1. She took all his subjects and even requested Pa to buy a house in the area his leaving in. She's living in the back-to-back bungalow with his Yang mansion.

And luckily, he's staying at the room in the back of the house which is visible, very visible, from her room. Her room is renovated exactly like the one in her parents house. The other parts of the house were only painted and had a change of tiles and marbled flooring.

Well, her room is almost the same except for the fact that it's much bigger. The fact that there are more see-through silk and lace curtains pulled over the oval extended landing just like the little stage in her room back in Japan. And the fact that the walls are all covered, from top to bottom, with soft-boards, all of them. All her treasures are pinned randomly onto the soft-boards, exposed, now that she forbidden all her maids entering her room, her secret is save.

No worrying that Ma will find out while cleaning the bottom of her bed. There was, in fact, a room where she printed and processed his picture by her own. One of those red-shaded room that you often see in television shows. In her room, she had a clear view of him in his room, just like last time.

She was lazily flipping through the pages of a magazine when she came across an older version of her bedside picture's figure: a side profile of him. She recognized it at once without reading the small block letters beneath the photo: HITSUGAYA TOUSHIRO, SON OF YANG TAI KE XYN (FOUNDER AND CEO OF BliNk MODELING AGENCY).

She read the whole article for more than ten times, while waiting for a full-body checkup in the hospital she'd been visiting since a toddler. That was the first time she ever heard news of him since he left.

She had another asthma attack on the spot just by looking at his picture in a magazine. Now, how ridiculous could it get!? But that was when she decided instantly that she want to go to Taiwan, see him again with her own eyes before she ran out of time. When she arrived in Taiwan after a long flight, which took her months to convince her family and doctors to agree to, she was exhausted.

But the very thought of being able to see him again, lighted the spirits in her, making all her efforts worth it and encouraging her to keep drawing in breath, every living second. Keeping her from dying in her sleep, which was a highly possible way for her to die in, that the doctor had already mentioned long ago.

Finally arriving at the back exit of Language 1, she sat down on the nearest desk, inhaling from the Breather, slowly catching her breath. The back row, which she was the only one sitting in, was actually quite close to the front as there is only four rows of desks, five in each, because not a lot of people would choose a foreign language like English.

And especially not advanced English, for that matter. In fact, she took her subject by mere instinct that he would be taking it and she was always right as she had lived so many years, next door to him, knowing his habits by always staring through the windows.

His interests as she's always close to him except when he's in school― her weak body, with not only asthma but also low-blood pressure causing Angina Pectoris, and it did not allow her to attend one; it took her a lot of time persuading her parents to let her study in the school he did, which he left, at the end, when she was finally allowed to and was actually accepted by the school, due to her health condition― his likes and dislikes, along with all his little habits: frowning, always walking with his hands in his pockets, running his finger through his silvery hair at any time and a few others.

#For explanation on Myocardial Infarction and Angina Pectoris, refer to the next chapter. If you're not interested, just move on. But it's important as the symptoms of both illness affects the plot of the story a lot. #

The minute she entered the class, she had smelt the woody scent through her nostrils and knew that she wouldn't be able to last long enough to the end of the class. She was forced to wearing a mouth-and-nose-mask that was specially made in Japan for asthmatic patients.

The brand that she bought had a smiley printed over the front of it. She chose that brand because of it. She immediately felt better after wearing the anti-dust mask. She stocked a lot of it as the masks were only sold in Japan. While she is taking out her books from her bag, the room grew pin-drop silence all of a sudden. She looked up to see what was happening.

Her eyes widen and immediately reached into her pocket, grasping the Breather, just in case. He looked around the room and walked towards the back row, slowly, with his hands in his pockets cooly. Luckily, she was able to calm herself from freaking out.

At the end of the class, his gaze suddenly met hers and she looked down immediately as if she would explode the next second. The minute she looked down, she had another attack, which she knew damn well had nothing to do with the dust in the air.

She could hear his foot tapping away louder and louder at the window-seat which she would absolutely love to sit in if she hadn't had asthma. Her case worsen to the stage that she could even get an attack while she yawned. And it's not just said so as to describe her bad situation, it's true. It rarely happened but it's true. The first time it happened, she almost shocked Ma to death.

Her loud attempt of gasping for air had attracted the class attention. And the attention of Ms. Kaitlin, their English teacher, as she was giving out the assignment as it neared Lunchtime.

And, nonetheless, the attention of someone standing outside the classroom, quietly, waiting for s. Kaitlin to dismiss her class. Her Breather's bottle ran out of gas as she inhaled the last of it before she put on her mask.

She quickly reached for her bag and poured out it's contents onto the table in front of her as she looked for the refill that she knew she had in her bag for emergencies like these. She could barely see an inch in front of her eyes and is desperately touching the things in front of her, feeling for the bottle. She couldn't breathe.

Hitsugaya had already noticed the girl sitting in a corner of the classroom near the rear exit as she did in first period and second. He thought something was wrong when he walked passed her to the window-seat.

He just turned to look at Ms. Kaitlin for a while to take in her instructions for their next assignment and her loud grasping was heard. He panicked immediately without knowing why.

He instinctively looked at the two guys sitting in front of her, shocked-faced, not even helping her when the little bottle of medication was right in front of them. He was instantly frustrated and annoyed by them. Couldn't they see that she was dying?! It wouldn't kill them to just help her, right?!

Hitsugaya didn't know why he is feeling so angry. He had never felt this anger and the urge to kill since that time he was informed of his mother's remarriage, which had quickly died down after a while.

This is the first time Kuukaku Shiba had realized that there was actually someone sitting in the back row besides the Hitsugaya guy. All the while, she was just distracted by the thought of eating lunch with Aizen-sama later. If she just knew that her 'Aizen-sama' had interest in this mysterious girl, Shiba would have wished that she'd been choke to death right there and then. But she didn't.

Hitsugaya stood up quickly, causing his chair to fall back onto the floor, and ran over to her side, which was only a few desks away. He reached for the bottle that was at the edge of the table, almost dropping to the ground.

He harshly pulled out the empty bottle and replace it with the new one in his hand. Then he quickly shoved it into her mouth, looking at her face, now as pale as a piece of paper, for the first time, He pressed at the Breather for a few times, when her hand grabbed his. Her breathing slowed a little but nonetheless, very traumatic.

'T-Tous-shiro-chan...not-t so much-ch at on-e go-o...' she said in Japanese, which she knew he could understand perfectly. She took the Breather from his hand gently and pressed according to her own pace. Her breathing slowly stabled.

Inoue felt a streak of jealousy at the addressal that only people who knew each other for a very long time, and are quite close friends, would use. She already noticed Hitsugaya staring at the girl all through first period, every chance he could get. Who is this girl? Why does Hitsugaya-kun look so terrified?! Who is she?! How does she know Hitsugaya-kun's name?

Her calling of his name had confirm his hesitation. Looking at her, struggling to just breathe, he had a heartache. He felt so helpless. He couldn't do anything to help her.

This attack was more serious than the one he witnessed for the first time back then. This time was as if she could just stop breathing there and then and there was nothing he could do to help her. She looked so weak and vulnerable as if one touch and she would break into pieces.

Which was also why he didn't dare to touch her after she took the little thing that she was inhaling medication from, from his hand. Her breathing is slowly returning to normal.

'Momo-san?' he asked softly while looking at her wild and pale face. Her head shot up immediately at the mention of her name, wide-eyed and her breathing quicken again. HE CALLED MY NAME, HE CALLED MY NAME! HE REMEMBERED MY NAME! she was screaming inside while she slowly inhaled from the Breather again. She clutch her chest as she started frowning all over again.

His heart almost climbed up his throat and pop out onto the table when he saw that her breathing is not catching up. What it something he said? Because he was sure he didn't speak to her yet. He just called her name. That's all.

She finally calmed down after a few inhalation from the Breather. At first, he didn't dare to touch her. And now, he didn't even dare to breathe too loudly. She was close to tears as she fainted as she couldn't bear the pain in her chest any longer, head-first, towards him and her head dropped onto his chest, sliding downwards.

He quickly reached down and placed her hand around his neck, his hand around the back of her shoulders and the other around her legs, and he carried her up into his arms.

He speeded out of the class, towards the stair. When Inoue saw him coming out, she took a step forward and opened her mouth to speak, but didn't get a chance to.

Because he was too engrossed in getting the girl in his arms to wherever his bringing her. Because he walked pass so fast that she didn't even reached him, not even close. Because he couldn't even see her standing there.

What she wouldn't give or do to be the one he cared about, the one his gaze watched after and the one girl that's laying, safe, in his arms right now, being hugged closely to himself. She could see the way his carrying her. Walking fast, gripping hard but extremely careful not to hurt her.

-Sigh- what she wouldn't give...she thought quietly, as a small drop of tears raced down the side of her cheek.