A/N Thank you for the follows and reviews! I completely agree with you all, the fandom is far far too small but all the stories I have read for it on this website have been so amazing. I hope I can add to them.

"I'm such an asshole." After waking up from an extremely unexpected nap, Haruki had never felt so pathetic. He had been put to bed by Tachibana, that much he remembered, he didn't actually think he would fall asleep so soundly.

Now it was five hours later and the room was lit up by her bedside lamp, illuminating her face as she lay, fast asleep against his bed side.

'This is her bed, on her first night back, and I've stolen it and forced her to sleep on the floor.'

He was such a pathetic excuse for a guy. Trying to be as silent as possible, he slid his long legs out from under the covers that still held the stale scent of old dust and tried to make his escape.

As he stepped over her sleeping form, her eyes scrunched up and a harsh breath left her pursed lips.

'Is she having a nightmare?'

The entirety of her body became stiff against the side of the bed frame. He couldn't leave her like that but how was he going to get her on the bed? The thought of wrapping his arms around his body made him feel like a horny teenager again who blew his load over seeing a girl's cleavage.

In the dimly lit room, he could clearly see how much she had grown over the past year. She wasn't a child anymore. Could he touch her so casually?

Deciding to go with the safer option, he poked the side of her face until she woke up. As he jabbed her cheek, he silently appreciated the softness of her skin, the pokes soon turned into a gentle caress without him realizing it.

"Mum I don't want to get up yet, leave me alone." Her voice was rough with sleep as she batted away Haruki's touch, mistaking it for her mother's.

"Get in your bed, you'll hurt your back." Tachibana's eyes cracked open slightly, revealing the bright emerald irises that he loved so much. They could be so gentle and loving but once she was on the battlefield, they became deadly and crazed.

Did she still react that way when she took up her gun and stared down her enemies?

She was a woman now, he wondered if her interest in survival games had disappeared with her innocence?

"Haruki, I'm very happy to be here with you." His face grew hot as he tried to look anywhere but at her flushed face, why did she have to be so damn cute, it was seriously distracting.

"Yeah." He grumbled. "I'm happy you're back. But you need to get into your bed, I need to go back home to study."

Her eyes shut again as her head fell back against her bed.

'She's fast asleep again?'

Left with no choice, Haruki quickly scooped her up like you would a child and plonked her on top of her mattress, any more contact and he would lose his mind.

Even that tiny interaction had his heart racing. A wide grin appeared on Tachibana's face as she rolled onto her side and sighed. "Home."

After grabbing his jumper and shoes, Haruki ran out her bedroom like a madman, he didn't stop until he was plastered against the front of her apartment door.

"You look a little flush." A puff of cigarette smoke revealed a half naked Matsuoka standing outside his own apartment door with a smug look on his face. Haruki pulled his jumper over his head and dropped his shoes to the floor.

"Yeah, I passed out in Tachibana's bed, how was the party?" The blonde male held out a lit cigarette that Haruki happily took and placed in between his lips.

"It was great, Pretty sweet place to pass out, doesn't explain why you look like you just had sex with her." His mind flashed with the brief feel he got of her soft body and his face got even hotter.

Matsuoka found this far too amusing and choked on his own laughter. "You're acting like a prepubescent boy, I know she looks different but she's still the same Tachibana."

In all honestly, Haruki had always felt this way around Tachibana, after helping her hide her secret from the rest of their friends, they had formed a close relationship.

Even as friends, he was still a nervous wreck around her from time to time, his relationships with girls never lasted long and were never anything that he wanted to remember.

"You've got something stuck on your foot." Matsuoka noted as he pointed at a piece of paper that was clinging to the underside of his foot. As he removed it to examine what he had accidentally taken from Tachibana's house, his eyes saw red and he viciously ground his teeth together.

"What is it?" Matsuoka tried to look at the paper too but Haruki scrunched it up and shoved it deep into his trousers pocket.

"Nothing." As he flicked the butt of his cigarette over the railing of the apartment building, he grinned at Matsuoka and gave a head nod at Yukimura's slightly ajar door.

"So what's going on with you two then? Got something to share?"

Matsuoka smoke fell from his lips and he stared with wide eyes at his friend. "Well…"

The smell of frying bacon and eggs was the smell Midori always woke up to and he had to admit, it was kind of nice.

Although, would prefer a beautiful woman waltzing around his kitchen preparing his breakfast instead of his freakishly tall workmate, Fujimoto, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

He was a good boy for him, most of the time.

Now if it were Tachibana in his kitchen making him his breakfast she would almost definitely burn the food and then he would have to punish her.

'That's not such a bad idea actually.'

Rolling onto his back, Midori counted the seconds until Fujimoto knocked on his bedroom door and waited patiently for him to allow him to enter.

'Three, two, one.'

A gentle tapping indicated his co-workers arrival.

"Midori, can I come in? I have your breakfast prepared." The only problem was, that wasn't Fujimoto's voice. It was a women's, Ichi's.

'I wonder what she's doing here at this time for, she usually arrives at the hospital around about now.'

"Come on in." As Ichi entered his bedroom, her pale cheeks were invaded by a soft shade of pink at seeing Midori with a bare torso. His muscular abdomen had her eyes glued.

"Shouldn't you be at work getting ready for the influx of children?" Avoiding eye contact, she nodded her head and placed the tray of food hastily over his lap and took two steps backwards so she was just outside his room.

"I just wanted to make you your breakfast in place on Fujimoto today as an apology for my behavior last night. I will be leaving first."

Bowing deeply, she closed the door. He could hear the soft patter of her feet retreating as she ran away. Highly amused, Midori looked at the meal she had prepared for him and smiled. Everything was done with extreme precision.

"What a good girl."

He had them both trained well.

"Midori." Fujimoto had walked into his office with a pitiful look on his face. Continuing his work on his computer, he let out a short sigh. "What is it Fujimon? I'm a little busy."

The white haired male bent down to peer at his computer screen and his mood suddenly lifted.

"Why are you looking at women's costumes Midori? You might not fit into those." Giggling to himself, Fujimoto somehow managed to perch himself on the small stool kept in the room for children to use and stared at the screen as Midori continued his search.

"This will be our little secret Fujimon but I will be participating in TCC this year without Hoshishiro. I will be accompanied by little Tachibana."

This seemed to disappoint but also excite Fujimoto.

"It's a shame we won't be able to play together but you'll be the first person to play with Tachibana since she came back, that will be fun."

'That's the idea.'

He wanted to be the first person to see how this new Tachibana handled her gun now, he wanted to see if she was still as bloodthirsty as he remembered.

And he wanted to see this woman in a costume of his choice.

"What do you think would suit her the best? Shall we look together Fujimon? I do appreciate your input."

As they examined the screen, they both pointed to the same image. "That one." It was perfect. He couldn't wait. Was this excitement he was feeling again?

"It's so great to have you back." Kanae was beaming at her friend across the lunchroom table.

Her first day back at school was as horrific as she imagined it would. Why did so many people seem shocked that she had hair? Tachibana had lost count of how many people had commented on her new appearance.

Since she had only gotten back two days ago, she had struggled to find a hairdressers that could fit her in so the closest appointment they had was this afternoon, she had a free period after their lunch so she would have to rush over there soon.

Knowing her luck, if she had tried to do it herself or gotten Yukimura or Matsuoka to do it, she would have ended up bald.

"It's great to be back, I just wish everybody would stop staring at me." Glaring at a group of girls sitting opposite them, they quickly ceased their looks and started to silently eat their food.

Kanae flipped her long hair over her shoulder and grinned at her best friend. "Well, can you blame them? You look hot."

"Excuse me." The two girls looked up from their meals at the person addressing them, it was a formal looking male student that Tachibana did not recognize at all.

Kanae seemed to though as she smiled flirtatiously at him.

"Hi Haru. Why aren't you at your student council meeting?" This peaked Tachibana's attention, glancing up at his face, she was impressed. So this was the new president that had taken her place when she had left?

'He looks like he'd take the job seriously, that's good.'

"I heard that the former student council president had returned so I came to have a chat with her." Both their gazes landed on Tachibana, she let out a nervous laugh and waved awkwardly at Haru.

"That would be me, what can I help you with? You seem to have everything working smoothly."

To be perfectly honest, Tachibana wasn't interested in the slightest in returning to the student council, she was done with all of that. She didn't believe in justice anymore. She wasn't interested in being the do gooder anymore.

She just wanted to just exist for a while. And more than anything, she wanted to play survival games. It was the perfect outlet.

When her father passed away, everything had gone into black and white. She had stayed in America with her mother for months after he had died, then eventually her Mother had had enough and told her to go back to Japan.

She had said that her father would not want her wasting her life moping when she could be with her friends, living her life. So she had packed up the small amount of things she had there and gone back the next day.

"You need to come with me." As she stood up, he stared at her trousers.

"You're a girl right?"

She nodded at Haru as they walked down the corridors towards the student council room.

"If you're a girl, you're required to wear a girl's uniform, we have spares in the office."

She growled at his overly strictness. One thing that was required when enforcing people was to know when to be lenient and when not to be. He obviously didn't get that rule.

"I've always worn the males uniform, it's never been a problem before. Also can we make this quick, I have somewhere I need to be." Her voice was snappy, she knew she wasn't going to get along with this guy. He was handsome but he was far too aware of it. It annoyed her.

"You will come to school tomorrow in a girls uniform or would you rather hear it from the principal?" They stared intently at each other until Tachibana let out an irritated sigh and rummaged through the cupboard that was supposedly full of spare uniforms.

Her hands found all the correct items and as a sign of defiance towards Haru, pulled the skirt over her trousers and proceeded to pull them from her body.

"What are you doing." His cheeks turned bright red as she chucked her trousers at his embarrassed face.

"There, are you happy. I'll wear the stupid skirt now and the ridiculous blouse tomorrow. Now what did you want me for?"

His eyes were focused on her exposed legs as he spoke. "The other members of the council wanted me to extend an invitation for you to rejoin as the vice president, out of courtesy. I didn't think you'd be like this, you sounded-"

"No thanks." She grumbled. "I've got to go now. See you later."

Tachibana ran through the school halls and out into the street, he had completely distracted her and if she didn't get a move on, she was going to be so late. She wouldn't have time to get changed at home either.

Holding down the back of her skirt, she really regretted taking off her trousers. If she wasn't careful, everyone would be able to see her underwear, the thought mortified her.

Yukimura would probably love it though.

As she passed a shop front, she was shocked to see Fujimoto and Midori inside. It was a women's costume shop and they looked extremely out of place.

The two men looked up at her standing outside, Fujimoto smile brightly and waved at her but Midori just stared coldly at her.

With a hesitant wave of her hand, she ran into the hair salon on the opposite side of the pathway.

"Hello." She said breathlessly. "Sorry if I'm late, I'm Tachibana here for my appoint-."

"What are you doing?" A stern voice cut her off. Midori was stood in the doorway behind her with a face like thunder.

"I'm here to get my hair cut off." She laughed awkwardly, almost like it was too obvious that that was what she was there for.

"Sorry ladies." Midori smiled brightly at the two women sat behind the counter who looked dazzled by his looks. "I'll be stealing this young lady from you, have a lovely day."

Being pulled out of the shop and into the high street, she was speechless.

'What on earth just happened.'

"I don't feel like cutting off all this beautiful hair would be a good thing." Holding her breath, Midori stared down at her with a heated gaze and tapped her gently on her head.

"Bad girl."