A/N: I wanna thank FrostyNight98 for reviewing, and you also gave me great ideas.

"Hinamori, whatever it is you're doing. . . It isn't funny." his voice was dangerously low, Momo caught onto that. She frowned, displaying how serious she was about the current situation. Hitsugaya blinked, he was now stuck between Momo's word and his better judgement. He could go and confront her, but there'd be three consequences. One; she'd confess back, everything would be fixed resulting into a happy ending for everyone. Two; she'd yell at him, worsen the situation by doing that and the possibly of them becoming friends again. . . Next to nothing. Let alone becoming more then friends. Three; this would result into something else. Good or bad he didn't know, but maybe it was worth trying. Momo gave him a soft smile, his gaze softened as she did so. The white-haired student let out a sigh, he knew what was coming next.

"Confess, Shirou-chan." she encouraged with a soft, kind voice. He blinked again, turning his head away behind the pastel blue door of his locker. She leaned against the locker next to his, waiting until he was done thinking. She expect him to go for it for once, having the nerve to do something impulsive, without thinking or analyzing every step like he always did. She as there to help her childhood friend, instead of the other way around. And this was the best way she could help him with his complicated relationship; giving advise. She looked at him hopefully, instead of going for it like she advised, his answer left her in awe, "I can't." he said quickly. He had thought about it again, for sure. If he didn't, he'd be running to look for the black-haired Kurosaki right now. . .

"Why, what's stopping you?" she questioned curiously, he just shook his head. With a quick wave, the young boy disappeared in the crowds of the busy school halls. Momo was rather disappointed in her friend, he didn't have that much to lose anyway. So why he didn't go for it? I was beyond her to understand. She told him so make a choice, because the end of the day was nearing quickly, and he made his choice. To walk away, again.

"Zabimaru Hebi, he's stopping me."

"It's so boring~!"

"Well, this is the last class. So just bear with it for ten more minutes."

"Calligraphy is fucking stupid." Lillinette complained, her cheek rested in her palm as she studied the characters in her book, their teacher had told them to remember every single character, their meaning and when to and not to use it. And apparently, she found it unnecessary. She sighed as the thick lines hypnotized her, this was exactly why her brother liked calligraphy. It was boring enough to make even her sleepy, so whenever she had a high-energy leve, he'd show her the Kanji alphabet. And not to mention very easy to pass in class. Even if she hated it, it was kinda like; gym. A very annoying class you needed for nothing, but damn easy to pass if you put little to no effort in it. But boring nonetheless.

"Quit bitching, it's really easy if you actually study." Ririn said, obviously annoyed by the complaining her lime-haired friend was doing. She wasn't paying attention anyway, she was just texting her friends. So the complaining was really unnecessary. It was in moments like these Karin regretted being seated in the middle of the two bickering girls. Karin rolled her eyes as the two continued their loud whispering. The senseless squabbling of her friends was so annoying, she felt the need to stop it before it got out of hands, "Will you guys shut up already?"

Even though it was a rhetorical question Ririn couldn't help answer. Because she noticed the dark-headed girl was being so down, and that was very unlike her, "What crawled up your ass?"

"Love." she muttered as she ticked her pen on the table, repeatedly sighing and groaning.

Saying 'love' crawled up your rear. . . A bit confusing much, "Eh?"

"For the first time in five weeks I'm gonna see my boyfriend again." she leaned back in her chair, sinking into it. Her feet kicked the back of the stool before her. Mayu, whom was too busy admiring Ino, didn't notice this action. She sighed, whatever it was that the girl saw in him. . . She had to seek and dig deep to find that one thing that was so special about him. And the boy was just as special as a small pile of wet carrots, but maybe that was it. Maybe the brown-haired girl liked piles of wet carrots.

Lillinette snorted with a raised eyebrow, "But you see Hitsugaya-san everyday." the blonde nodded, clearly agreeing. Though it wasn't really appreciated they said this, the dark-haired Kurosaki had a embarrassed blush on her face. Karin groaned as she replied to the rather annoying assumption, "He's not my boyfriend." that right there was it. . . That very sentence was the line for Lillinette, the tone was low and dangerous. So just stopping and trying to have nothing to do with it was the right was to do. She whistled innocently as she looked the other way, just to get a dirty look from Rurichiyo. She shot the green-eyed beauty a grin, Doumo Kasumoiji-chan, she mouthed sarcastically.

"Sure he's not." Ririn teased, that was one of her bad qualities. Not knowing when to stop or draw the line, but since she was a friend Karin chose to let it go. The clock was ticking slowly, along with the loud whisper-talking in class those were tho only sounds. Suddenly, Karin felt a hand toughing her back, it turned out it was just Yui whom was seated behind her. She handed over a small light-orange piece paper, and pointed at Lillinette. 'It's from Ino' she whipered softly, Karin nodded as she took the folded paper.

"Gingerbuck, it's for you." Karin rested her cheek in the palm of her hand and sniffled as a soft vanilla-scent reached her nostrils. Karin brought her hand to her nose, she smelled the vanilla on her palms, why in the hell it was scented. . . She didn't know, but it was for some reason. Lillinette's eyes scanned it, "From who was it?" Karin sighed, she clearly didn't care. She answered the question lazily, "Toyokawa-san said it's from Ino-" she couldn't even finish the sentence properly or the pale girl started to rise her voice, "NO!" The loud tone of her voice was uncalled for, but one thing was certain, it surely made her angry. Ririn was a bit taken aback from the sudden volume erupting in the classroom, but then again; it was Gingerbuck Lillinette. She was known for doing such things without shame.

Even their wasn't surprised, she only jumped a bit. . . But not surprised nonetheless. Ririn stared at the characters in her book, the green marked 'important' ones. She flipped her short blonde hair back, "Onto the Kanji-alphabet"

"Kyoraku-sensei?" Nanao turned her head to the shy student infront of her, fiddling with a red pencil.

"Yes Hinamori?"

She help up the red item in her hand, "I loaned a pencil from Kurosaki-chan, can I give it back?" she asked. Apparently her green-eye friend heard this, and he knew what she was up to. Or at least he though he did, but it didn't keep him from asking her what she was doing, "Hinamori, what are you doing?" he whispered angrily. Momo winked at him, causing him to frown. Their 'conversation' was short and quick, just in time so they could hear Nanao's permission, "Sure, go ahead."

"Trust me," she crumbled a little piece of paper in her hand, she probably wrote that earlier. "You gotta trust me Shirou." she said slowly.

A/N: Trust her Shirou-chan. and I'm thinking about editing the first few chapters to have them look more like the ones I write now. What do you think?