Kazuko sighed as she looked at the music notes on her song sheet. Yet another weekend of rehearsals and yet another singing performance at her school. Kazuko felt drained as she made her way home in the cool autumn air. It wasn't long before school started and autumn grew closer and closer. All of the tree's leaves were falling and the nights came quicker. The sun was high in the sky but she knew it would be setting soon. Kazuko breathed outwardly. She loved summer. The summer breaks, the beach, the cool drinks, the sun, everything. She was silently praying it would come soon.

She was very sick of performing but her merits at school were very important. They determined which school she got into in the future. But if she were truthfully honest she hated her school. It was all about good grades, perfection, and abilities that someone could profit from. She couldn't stand it. Kazuko reached into her pink gym bag and pulled out her phone and a pair of headphones. She needed to practice her solo and nail every note and lyric by the following weekend. She had to perform in front of the entire school again. Kazuko found the song on her phone and pressed play. She let the music play and end.

Once the song ended she rewound it, this time singing along.

Yuuyake ga machi wo somete

Hitori aruku kaerimichi

Natsukashii kaze ga fuki

Kimi no koto omoidashiteru

Aitakute aenai mama de

Toki dake ga sugite iku no

Kirakira hikaru futatsu hoshi yo

Yurayura tooku michibiite yuku

Kimi mo onaji sora wo miage

Watashi no koto wo omou deshou ka

Yuruyaka na kono michi wa

Kimi no moto e iku no kana

Itsu datte kimi no tonari ni

Itai to tada inotteta

Aitakute aenai mama de

Yume dake ga kiete iku no

Kirakira hikaru futatsu hoshi yo

Harahara namida koborete yuku

Futari sugoshita hibi wo motome

Kimi mo ano hi wo negau deshou ka

Unmei wa watashi to kimi wo meguriawasete kureta

Sore na noni watashi to kimi wa musubarenai no

Kirakira hikaru futatsu hoshi yo

Yurayura tooku michibiite yuku

Kimi mo onaji sora wo miage

Watashi no koto wo omou deshou ka

Hoshi-tachi ni kakomarete

Hitori aruku kaerimichi-

Just as her song was ending Kazuko bumped into something, rather someone. Causing her bag fell off her shoulder, spilling everything to the ground.

"I'm so sorry," Kazuko apologized frantically as she pulled her headphones from her ears and began to pulling everything inside her bag. She must have forgotten to rezip it after taking out her headphones. She felt embarrassed. Her extra underwear, leotards, and her mesh skirts had spilled onto the ground.

As Kazuko began to sloppily pull everything in her bag she noticed the person standing in front of her was wearing black shoes, shoes a student normally wore. As Kazuko's eyes slowly traveled upward her heart began to pound. The person was wearing black pants and was clearly a boy, most girls didn't wear this type of attire.

Kazuko's eyes finally landed on the face of the person she had bumped into and she swallowed. It was him. That disciplinary committee member. Kazuko pulled everything in her bag and quickly stood, looking the boy directly in his eyes and he was looking into hers.

"It's you again," Kazuko said quietly. Her palms were beginning to sweat. Kazuko suddenly bowed, letting her hair curtain her pink face.

"I'm Kazuko Kurokawa and I want to thank you," she began, "For last tim-"

"Which school do you attend?" Before she could even finish her apology he had cut her off, causing her to stand straight up, meeting his gaze once more. She said nothing at first. She was distracted. He was quite a handsome boy. She had not seen someone so handsome, her own age anyway. Normally boys her age weren't neatly groomed, didn't know how to make direct eye contact when they spoke to her, or they were too shy to talk to her. But him, he had an air about him.

But she still felt as though he was a bit odd. When she first saw him he had tonfas, weapons. Why would someone his age need serious weapons to fight people? Kazuko's eyes traveled to his hands, they weren't there today. Not to mention she had forgotten his name. Now, she was curious. When he got a bit closer Kazuko snapped out of her thoughts, remembering his question from a moment ago.

"I go to Namimidori Academy." He stopped his advances. Kazuko felt her breathing speed up when she realized how close he really was. When she bounced off him she had moved back a few steps. Yet he had gotten so close she was almost looking up at him because she was starting to make eye contact with his chest. It was quiet. The only thing she could hear was her own heart, which was thumping loudly for some reason. Then she noticed he had a sly smirk on his face. He looked like a prince...then he did it...with a huge smirk on his lips he lifted his left hand and looped around his little finger was a pair of panties.

"Yellow lace, huh?" Kazuko felt a searing red heat burn its way up from her feet to the top of her head. She could have sworn steam was coming from her ears. Kazuko was frozen for a moment before she went to reach for them but he had the audacity to hold them above her, his smirk turning into a full blown grin. Suddenly Kazuko heard a small voice.

"Ah, youth," said an elderly man walking past them with a cane. Someone had seen them. This was extremely embarrassing. Was this a game to him?! Kazuko tried to grab them but they were just barely in her reach.

"Excuse me," Kazuko shouted, still a scarlet red, "what do you think you're doing?!"

"You crowded in front of me," he said and Kazuko felt like she was being buried by a ton of bricks. That didn't make any sense!

"What are you talking about?" Then it hit her. Was he talking about when she saw him a few weeks ago? He was mad about that?! Kazuko sighed heavily.

"Okay, I'm really really sorry so can you just-"

"You're from that all girl school, Namimidori, so you don't know the rules around here," he suddenly began to explain, "don't ever crowd in front of me. Next time you cross me I'll bit-"

"Rinvii!" Kazuko shouted, her voice very high-pitched. Kazuko gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. When Kazuko got a little too flustered she would quickly revert to speaking Italian. It was an old habit she couldn't break as she got older since she grew up in Italy. The boy, Kyoya, blinked at her with a dull but intrigued look in his eyes. When he tried to take another step closer Kazuko had decided she had enough. She quickly jumped, grabbing the underwear, maneuvered around him, then ran away. She ran as fast as she could, trying to get home.

He was definitely not a prince.

As she ran home, Kazuko was completely unaware of a smirking Kyoya Hibari who had a glint of amusement in his gray eyes.