Megumi arrives in detention. The group of girls, including the other two she sent to the infirmary, sit toward the front throwing her mean looks occasionally. She takes a seat toward the back just as alone as the first day she arrived. It wasn't so bad though. No friends were better than conniving ones. Though it was a little depressing being back in a similar situation that caused her father to snap and ship her off here to live with her mother ...

Baji walks in 10 minutes late, headphones blasting heavy metal in his ear. The teacher watching over them cuts him a look and the young man slips him a bag of chips on his desk casually bribing him to not notice his absence. As heavy metal dies down from the boys headphones, Baji makes quick work scanning the classroom.

He notices the girls in the front eyeing him and he just can't help but crack a toothy smile. One of the girls thinks he's smiling at her until he is full on laughing in her face. "Damn. What happened to you?" He asks, pointing at her bruised face and busted lip.

"Shut up Baji!" The girl cries.

"Aww don't be like that. You just asked me out this morning remember?" Baji's tone turns dark at the rhetorical question.

Megumi shouldn't have been shocked but she was. Not once did she insinuate she was looking for Baji with the intention of going after him to date him. He did catch her interest, but just because she thought he seemed cool. As soon as she was given the chance to build friendships they went and got all jealous on her. And for what? She didn't even like him like that!

She sucks her teeth when Baji takes the seat in the back next to her and the window.

He speaks to her casually as if no one else was in the room "I heard you were looking for me." Cutting straight to business.

"Nope."

"Chifuya is not a liar. He told me you were persistent. He said, you said I owe you ice cream."

In the heat of the recent drama, she had forgotten all about Matsuno-san. "Mmm. Nevermind it." Her leg was still shaking, one of the girls looking back every once in a while to glare at her. The look she gave back was amusing to him - almost as if she was daydreaming about jumping across the tables to tackle the ginger headed girl to the floor. He took a quick second to study her. Long brown hair cascading down her taught shoulder, plump lips in a frown, big brown eyes burning a raging fire. Cute. Dried tear tracks smeared down her pretty face. Not cute.

"Why were you crying? I'd say you won that fight." He asks quieter now so only she could hear.

She turns to him wide eyed and shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "The principal made me call my mom."

That he could understand, also hating the thought of disappointing his own mother. Luckily when the principal made him do the same his call went straight to voicemail.

"How did you figure I won?" She asked, cut eyebrow raised in question. More importantly who did he hear that from?

Baji grins devilishly. "I stayed outside the office while you were getting your ass chewed out. Four on one. You sent two to the nurses office and they barely scratched up your pretty face... To think you did that all for me." He mocks with sarcasm.

She scoffs but he's managed to lift a corner of her pout. "Incorrect, I was jumped by your fan club. . . Thank you though."

"For what?" He laughs. Unbeknown to her, this fan club just recently formed when he showed up to school without glasses and a ponytail. Even he couldn't have predicted how stupid and simple chicken headed girls could be.

"For calling me pretty." He is genuinely confused for a second until he realizes his slip up.

"No I didn't."

The teacher watching over them yells at them to shut up. A couple seconds later Baji is slipped a note.

- Yes you did.

- And? Pretty faces are a dime a dozen.

Ouch.

- I'm much more than a pretty face.

- Hell yeah. You're like neo-samurai.

- Who?

- He's a MMA fighter. I've heard you're from America right? How about John Cena.

She bursted out in laughter reading his last message. He couldn't help but smile back at her. Making a girl laugh was a good thing right?

- That's the first time my beauty has ever been compared to John Cena. Thanks.

- I meant your fighting skills.

- I know. I was kidding. Your fan club is glaring at us btw.

- Could've sworn you were the President. Do you want to know why you were overthrown?

- I'm not your fan. But you can humor me. why?

- Because I'm prettier.

She crumpled up the paper they were using for notes and threw it at his head. He laughed so loud the teacher threw him out into the hallway.