Naoto walked home in silence and deep thought. He was so lost inside of his own head he almost forgot about his drenched clothes.

That was until he entered the door to his house and was blasted with ac, freezing the unsuspecting boy to the bone. Another thing drawing his attention to the soared state of himself was his mother chiding him about dripping all over the floor. Throughout which Naoto was still only half-aware.

Even as he showered off the unclean water, threw his clothes in the dryer, and laid back into his bed to stare up at the ceiling, Naoto was in a state of subconsciousness. When finally he became aware enough to speak again, Naoto continued to keep his gaze on the roof above him as he pensively whispered,

"Nagatoro…"

-Earlier-

Naoto was on his way home after quite a long day. His mood was also not helped by the fact he was forcing himself to miss out on his club day. But there wasn't really an option was there? If he went it was essentially a prison sentence to being tortured by miss...Naoto didn't actually even know her name, did he?
She would only tease him if he asked anyway. Besides, Naoto wasn't interested in learning about her. He just wanted to do his thing! Enjoy designing gunpla. But of course, SHE had to step in and ruin his little paradise. However, just because Naoto couldn't go to one of his little spots didn't mean he couldn't go to another!

Naoto entered the small family restaurant with a smile. He came here a lot back as a kid. Often then he would doodle in his little notebook as his mom ordered him some drinks. Now he was 16 and was...still carrying a notebook to doodle in.
Finding a seat in the back and settling in Naoto contentedly sighed as he opened his sketchbook. In a peaceful place at last.

It wouldn't even be an hour later that he'd find himself stripped of that too.

Naoto was leaned over his table. Intently focused on his depiction of a Zaku II. However, the ringing of the bell to indicate someone entering the restaurant distracted him.

Naoto set his pencil down and peered over his spot in his seat to try and see who had just entered. To his shock and sudden fear, he realized who had just entered.

"Ey let's sit over there Sakura." The teasing girl nudged her friend, a blonde girl who Naoto recognized as the one who had picked up his manga in the library.

Quickly the boy ducked down and sunk into his chair.

'What is she doing here?' he thought. Fear pulsating in his brain. Did she know he was here? No, not possible. So why-

"Hey girls!" A new voice popped into Naoto's thoughts, making the boy instinctively turn and look.

Firstly noticing the close proximity of their tables to his, Naoto shrunk back a little, secondly he spotted the two boys who were approaching the girls.

Both looked to be in the same year as Naoto. Though he could barely recognize either of them from any of his classes. That said, Naoto was smart enough to know what type of boy they were. Popular, cocky, and the kind of person a quiet Gunpla builder like Naoto ought to avoid. However there was no way in hell he was sneaking out with the girl in the same room. He'd be caught immediately! Then that demoness would put him through the wringer.

He could already hear her voice and teasing comments. Naoto shook his head to free himself of the tortuous thoughts. Only to realize one small detail.

The teasing, laughing girl, who not a couple minutes ago was smiling and pleasantly greeting her friend, now wore an expression of someone who was near entirely dead inside.

To put it simply it was like the girl's entire face was dulled. Like a pencil you used too often. Naoto narrowed his eyes at her before moving out of view and thinking to himself.

'She is not happy.' Naoto thought,

'No really Sherlock?!' Another part of him screamed.

'Those boys clearly annoy her...which means-' As the thoughts crossed into Naoto's imagination and a grin broke across his face. The boy leaned over again to look at the group.

'Oh you poor saps. You have no idea what you're in for.' Naoto thought. Watching intently and waiting for when the girl would inevitably snap on the boys and begin her endless rampage of teasing and bullying.

"I'm going to get us some drinks." One of the boys said,

"Me too!" Sakura announced and hopped up to leave,

After both were gone, the remaining boy leaned over the table towards the girl. Naoto's grin widened.

"So I know you're in the battle club...would you mind judging my gunpla?" The boy asked, offering an obvious flirtatious smile at the toying girl.

Her expression unchanged, the girl looked up at him and nodded. Not even offering words to the other person.

Awkwardly aware of the girl's demeanor, the boy seemed like he was almost sweating as he reached into a bag and pulled out his gunpla.

It wasn't anything unique or even that good. Just a standard looking GN-X. Without much variation to it either. Naoto would almost go as far as saying it was a straight assembly. It only had a small blue highlight across certain pieces for a paint job, although it seemed it's builder was going for a long range approach given the weapon being the extended bem rifle. However it was for all intents and purposes not a very good gunpla. It simply did not match some of the care and pizzaz put into the gunpla Naoto had seen being built and used over the years. He knew the girl thought the same too, and grinned evilly as he awaited her final deliverance.

"Meh." She said, setting it down.

Naoto pretty much froze,

'HUH?! WHAT WAS THAT?' his mind screamed, and he subconsciously gripped his pencil a little harder.

"O-oh. Well I guess I was a little abstract." The student stuttered,

"Not really. It was kind of," The girl sat and thought, wiggling the joint of the GN-X slightly as she spoke, "A little boring I guess."

"I-I...uh...I'm going to the bathroom." The boy disheartenedly hurried away just as his friend came back.

"Sorry about him," The other boy said sitting down, "You know. You're surprisingly on-guard."

"Oh?" the girl asked uninterested,

The boy then began to endlessly chatter away to both the girl and Naoto's disinterest. The latter of whom simply hunched back over his work, deep in thought.

'Why isn't she doing any of the stuff she pulls with me?' He asked himself,

'Is this just how that girl really is?' Naoto scratched his chin, however his train of thought was thrown into a full on crash when he overheard a brief sentence from the boy,

"I've never even touched breasts before!" He said almost innocently,

Naoto whipped around fully to look at him, although quickly slipped back behind a hiding spot so he wouldn't be seen.

'You poor sap, now you've done it.' Naoto thought, sure that this time the girl would unleash her teasing might. The scenario already playing out in Naoto's mind, he failed to notice the silent annoyance in the girl's expression.

"You probably shouldn't say things like that," the boy suddenly flinched back, Naoto doing the same at the deep rooted...anger? That seeped from the girl's voice, "It's a bit rude."

"S-sorry," the boy stuttered his head now hanging low, "I'm gonna go use the bathroom."

Having excused himself the boy left in the same direction as his friend, the girl preoccupied herself with staring out the window.
Naoto realized it was his chance and quickly packed up his supplies and exited the building as quickly and as quietly as possible.

Naoto finally stopped running about a block away from the restaurant. Shoving his hands into his pockets, his breathing still heavy. He continued on his way home slowly. His thoughts clouded and confused.

'Nothing she did today makes any sense,' Naoto's inner voice thought to itself. As he walked a sudden idea crossed into his brain and began to take over.

'Wait. Am I the only one she bullies?' Naoto stopped dead in his tracks. Standing completely still in the middle of the road next to a bridge with the sound of water below it.

However, he probably should've been more focused on sounds like these. The sensations around him, because suddenly without warning or premonition of any kind he felt a pair of hands push into his back, throwing the extremely light boy forward. Right before he crashed into the pool of water over the edge of the bridge however he heard the telltale shout,

"Senpai!"

'Ah. It's her.' He thought. Then he splashed into the cold water.
It wasn't extremely deep. Naoto was able to get a footing not too long after his perilous plunge. From there it was a short clamber up the side of the bridge again and back onto solid ground.

Naoto's clothes and bag were drenched. He'd have to hang it and their contents out to dry later. This was annoying.

At that thought, Naoto cast a look at the girl who was shuffling around nervously.

"Sorry." She apologized to him.

"It's alright," Naoto replied, pushing up his glasses, beginning to walk away. He didn't want to be here any longer than he had to.

"Don't you ever get angry Senpai?" At this Naoto finally turned around on her,

"Yes! I do get angry. I just learn that there are better ways to avoid bullies. Besides, if anything I don't get particularly angry about you. Just confused. I don't even know your name!" Naoto shouted,

There was a silence that hung over the two teenagers before a sudden smile broke across the girl's face. That could only mean bad things for Naoto.

"You wanna know my name Senpai?" The girl teased,

Naoto knew this was bad news. He knew that no matter what he said he was facing the brunt of her cruelty. But he didn't care. He was tougher than this! She wasn't going to get to him this time.

So with that Naoto steeled himself, screwed his eyes shut, and asked.

"Yes! Tell me your name!" oops. Maybe that was a little loud.

The girl laughed loudly. Naoto's face flushed with embarrassment.

'Stupid! I never should've said anything.' Naoto scolded himself in his head. Refusing to open his eyes and allow the shame to become even more real.

"Okay." The girl spoke softly, Naoto blinked open his eyes.

"Huh?" He asked confusedly.

The girl gave another one of her signature smirks and stepped forwards. Naoto subconsciously took a step back in fear but she closed the distance.

"Naga as in long." she began before sticking out a finger and drawing it across Naotos wet shirt and chest,

"W-WHAT?" Naoto stuttered completely flustered.

"It's kanji," The girl said, "Like this. To-ro."

With a final flick of her finger, the girl smiled up at Naoto.

"Nagatoro. Nice to meet you Senpai!"