Yoko
Kurama
.o.O.o.
Kurama didn't even try to speak to her, worried that she was just one of those fangirls who would feign indifference. Those kinds were usually the craziest of them all.
Even if she wasn't obsessive like most girls, he couldn't risk getting close to her and putting her in danger.
A week came and went, and still, neither of them spoke to each other. One day Yoko spoke up.
Talk to her.
What?
You heard me.
He stole a glance at her. Her attention was focused on taking notes, her strange azure eyes flicking to the board every so often.