Hi peoples, I'm Hooded-Nerd... not great with introductions... buuuuuuut I would just like to say some things before you start reading this fanficition or even decided to just click on it out of pure boredom.

1) This is my first fanfiction so criticize all you want because writing isn't my greatest skill but I couldn't help but try and write this. So it will help/or even leave a review

2) Who ever decided to give this story a chance, Thank You!

3) !I DO NOT OWN SEKAI-ICHI HATSUKOI!

Please enjoy!

Stepping onto the asphalt, grounding pebbles as he walked. A blank expression was on his face as he walked. The dark haired teen agonized the day that came. Seeing all his classmates, underclassmen, and teachers walk ahead of him with fake smiles plastered on their face. Walking through the school gates like they were the best-of-friends, irritated the young third-year.

Annoying.

Came to his mind as he saw all staff and students walk in "hand-in-hand." Two weeks had already past since the beginning of first term and the depressed-looking seventeen year old was already beyond tired with school and classes. Cherry Blossoms were still in full bloom and fell to the ground flowing with the gentle wind creating a breath-taking soft pink scene, but the teen wasn't affected at all. All he cared about was waiting for the end of the school day can come and he can finally be at peace while reading some of his favorite titles.

Believing he was going to be the last student to enter the school's gates, young teen took his sweet time to walk through the gates, heaving a sigh, entering his journey to boredom.

"Saga Masamune?" the only adult standing within the room asked, aloud, as he searched with a small squint to his dark bespectacled eyes for the owner of this name. Finally seeing a hand being raised out of the room of third-years, the adult nodded his head to see the familiar dark-haired male that always answered to that name.

Continuing with roll the teen who responded that was named Saga placed his hand and not to far from his seat he could hear a group of girls giggle as they eyeballed the cold male. Clicking his tongue Saga decided to not look their way or it would make his problem worsen. Letting out another sigh the teen only wished to be alone.

Every second, minute, hour, and breath that went by felt like an ion has past to the young male. Fellow classmates smiling, annoying.

Talking, annoying.

Laughing, annoying.

Grinning, annoying.

Too noisy, annoying.

"Hey did you hear about the new first year here?" Saga overheard as he sat in his seat as every other student decided to gather with their groups and chat before their next class starts.

"What do you mean?" a girl with short light hair asked, that whole group closed in also wanting to know the answer to the unknown yet well-known 1st year that spread through their high school.

The pale brown haired male held a smug smile on his face as he felt like the ruler and peasants were graveling at his feet. "Well rumor goes around that a new first year student came in the beginning of this first term and he is our first special ed. student."

"Whaaaaa? Really?!" another girl questioned and so did the others. The arrogant male telling this rumor confirmed with a nod, "And since he is our first and only special ed. student they decided to give him a room in a storage closet because this school didn't have enough rooms for a new class." he snickered. "A storage closet?!" another male student repeated in astonishment. Nodding in response their was a pause in the little gathering before everyone busted out laughing for the sad student who had to take his classes in a crammed storage closet.

Clicking his tongue, Saga rolled his eyes and looked away from the laughing group of teens, before thinking about a familiar word.

Annoying.

Turning to the right Saga walked down the empty school corridors ready to head to his usual oasis, the school library, before a thought struck him out of the blue.

First special ed. student... hmpf? Never met one before?

Before realizing what he was thinking about, Saga walked by a door and glancing to his right for a quick second he noticed something. In that quick second he saw through that slit door window, he noticed a kid inside the room. Alone and with his head down on the only desk in the room. Unconsciously, his footsteps stopped in place as he stared at the back of the lone teen in the room. Looking around the door for any clues of this room or why this kid was in there alone. He seems like he attends the school?, Saga thought as he stared in curiosity. It also seems like he's asleep, he thought as he studied the rise and fall of the turned away teens back.

The room didn't seem like an ordinary room for it didn't have the usual sliding double doors. Looking around the door again for any other clues he noticed a piece of paper taped on the door reading:

Special Ed.

Written with a black permanent marker. Lifting the piece of paper a plaque read: Storage Room

Really?

Taking hold of the chrome doorknob Saga jiggled the knob seeing if it was unlocked. The door creaked open with a not so soundless squeak at the end, he flinched hoping it did not wake the sleeping teen. Realizing that the door was unlock and open he stared

Curiosity killed the cat.

Saga thought before he entered. The strong smell of must and stale paper hit the dark-haired male in the face with dust particles visibly floating in the air. A window was near his left side and the room took the shape of a rectangle with it's width being way wider than it's length. Rows of bookshelves took most of the right part of the room with only little space for walking through the 3-by-3 column and row of bookshelves. Leaving a little space for the actual "classroom." Staring before him he saw that the other side of the wall was about three yards away leaving just enough room for a mobile, flip blackboard in front of the only lone desk with junk filling up the rest of the space. The flooring was tile and chipped in many places with an ugly pumpkin orange and white checkered pattern, the orange could be considered rotten while the white couldn't even be considered as white. Is this even considered a classroom?

Walking around in disgust Saga decided to walk up to the window, to see that this room didn't have a bad view of the cherry blossom trees and setting sun considering it was the bottom floor room. Turning to explore another place of the "special ed. class" he remembered what his real mission was. Figure out who the sleeping teen was and why was he still in "class" and not home. School has already ended long ago.

The sleeping 1st year had crossed his arms and used them as a pillow to rest his head on. Squatting down to get to the brunettes level he studied the young male's facial features. Seeming younger than himself with a heart-shaped face. Sporting a split bang hairstyle, had unnaturally long lashes, for a boy, and petite, small nose, his skin was smooth and fairly pale. The brunettes small mouth was slightly open as he breathed in and out, lips a soft pink color. A light blush accompanied the brunettes pale cheeks as he slept. In Saga's eyes with the mixed colors of the setting sun, the sleeping boy almost looked angelic.

What?!

Realizing what he just thought of the sleeping figure Saga stepped away but accidentally knocking into the blackboard on wheels creating a loud sound when the blackboard hit the wall. Flinching, the dark-haired teen looked up to see that the brunette was stirring awake and slowly the teen opened his eyes. Eyelashes fluttering open, Saga's breath hitched as he saw the brunette open his eyes.

Emerald.

Came to Saga's head as he stared at the waking brunette. Eyes hazy the teen slowly came too. the natural light from the window added a golden glint in those clear emerald eyes. Raising his head the brunette slowly sat up and yawned with a small stretch to relieve his body from the uncomfortable position he slept in. Looking around eyes still droopy with sleep he scanned the room to meet honey-colored eyes. Freezing in place the two had a staring contest for almost a minute before the brunette snapped out of their contest and shot out of his seat, knocking the chair over.

"W-wait don-" was all Saga could say before the brunette immediately ran towards the rows of long bookshelves, taking refuge in the small, narrow maze. "Wait! Don't get the wrong idea!" Saga yelled after the 1st year student. Pursuing the brunette, Saga ran through the same way the younger teen did. Already managing to see him as he stood behind a bookcase at the very end of the row, noticing he fled again. Sprinting after the brunette Saga managed to catch up but stopped when he turned the corner of the slim bookshelf for the 1st year student had tripped over a gape in the worn tile and landed face flat on his face.

Sitting up in a criss-crossed position the brunette held his nose as tears welled in his big emerald eyes. His nose and forehead were already red as cherries and all the brunette could focus on was his throbbing red nose. Walking up to the hurting teen, Saga kneeled down to the 1st year's level and without saying a word instinctively grabbed the face of the younger. Saga began to examine the red areas for any fractures or break in the skin, luckily their wasn't. After a few minutes of examining the teen realized how close their faces were and how the brunettes face turned fully red by then. Immediately letting go, the brunette scooted away, face not cooling down.

Getting to his feet, "Sorry about that... but theirs no fracture or blood just bruises." Saga claimed, hands in his pockets not being able to look at the younger after the embarrassing moment.

Stretching out a free hand, the dark-haired teen decided to lend give the brunette a hand. After a few seconds of staring Saga became impatient, "Are you going to take it or not?"

The 1st year jumped at the sudden question and snapped back to reality, taking the older's hand, the brunette was pulled to his feet. Letting out a small thank you Saga replied with a shake of his head. "So why are you still here after hours?"

"Eh?" the brunette squeaked.

"Schools been over hours ago," Saga stated, matter-of-factly.

"O-oh... w-w-well after sensei left I g-got t-tired and I c-couldn't help but fall a-asleep." The younger stuttered, cheeks glowing red, as he twiddled with his fingers.

"Okay then... well I'm going to go since you're awake now." Saga stated already taking his steps through the bookshelves to reach to exit.

"A-ah okay, b-bye... uh...?" the brunette stopped before realizing he didn't catch the 3rd year's name.

Halting, the teen answered, "Saga Masamune, you?"

"On-Oda Ritsu" the 1st year stuttered who claimed to be Oda. Noticing the small mistake Saga just shook it off and walked away with a nod of his head.

Weird, kid.

Okay this is my first chapter, sorry for this kind-of, long chapter and how some parts may be confusing, I just don't know how to put things together. I may have also made mistakes in some places grammar isn't on my side when it comes to writing.

Also the first few chapters will be a flashback of their high school days and how they met since there in a different setting and situations.

So, if you liked this first chapter please review and tell me what you think and where I need to improve on with my writing, I tend to try and put detail into things when it comes to writing, so tell me what you think about.

Lastly, whoever read all the way here, thank you!

Bye.