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A cookie if someone tells me who the boy is.
Haruka moved, uncomfortable in her chair. Being the new girl always gave her anxiety, but this year, this year was different. She couldn't contain herself. Being a student at Mugen High, a school of high privilege and genius students, really put a lot of pressure on her shoulders. As an athlete, she was supposed to sport (no pun intended) the confidence of a winner. Instead, her right leg wouldn't stop bouncing, to the point that the student next to her moved his hands over the table the shared to steady the jerking movements.
Haruka noticed, yet she didn't pay much attention to it. If he didn't like it, he could just up and leave.
Haruka turned her eyes to him and saw how he grunted in exasperation and began to gather his things. He never looked at her. It was as if she didn't exist. Good. not like she wanted to talk to him anyway. He looked like one of those pretty boys that always caught all the girls' attention - long black hair tied up into a ponytail, strong, tall physic. Haruka groaned as he grabbed his backpack and left to sit at the back of the room. Good. She didn't want him there. He smelled of cheap cologne and dirty socks anyways. Then again, didn't all men smell like that to her?
She tutted and looked down at her desk before someone sat right next to her. Whoever it was, smelled like sunblock and sand. Haruka hummed in appreciation before bringing up her eyes and locking them with a gorgeous color of cobalt she had ever seen in her entire life. This person's eyes sparkled with subtle mischief before they tipped lower, probably looking at her mouth before going back to fixate on Haruka's emerald eyes. A spark of lust shone through, faint and distant, but it was there. Haruka saw it, and she couldn't tear herself away.
"Good morning."
Haruka was brought back by the soft velvety whisper. "Good morning." She mumbled back.
"You must be Haruka Tenoh," the girl spoke, and Haruka took her in. Half of the girl's hair was tied up into a long ponytail while the rest streamed down her shoulders like an endless waterfall. Her smile was white and perfect, and her skin glowed brighter than the sun itself. This girl was gorgeous. "I am Michiru Kaioh." She reached her hand towards Haruka; her fingers were long and dainty yet perfectly manicured. "I am the president of the student committee. I should be the first to welcome you."
Haruka nodded and reached her large callused hand to grab hers, and she decided that she wanted to touch this girl for the rest of her mortal life.