Hiya, my name is Ichigo Utsugi! I attend Hope's Peak Academy through the Reserve Course, plus I'm a former actress.

In fact, back when I was still an actress, my skills were so good that Hope's Peak tried to scout me as the Ultimate Actress.

But that's enough about that. Right now, I'm trying to mess with my having-more-common-sense-than-me best friend.

"JIMMMMEY!" I yelled excitedly at the top of my lungs.

The person I called Jimmey looked back at me and started rushing away from me.

"No, wait, Jimmey, don't just walk away from your best friend," I said while catching up with him.

"I don't see any best friends anywhere. What are you talking about, Ichigo?" My self-proclaimed not-best friend said mildly.

"But, Jimmey, I thought I was your best friend. Was everything we've been through together a lie? That just makes me wanna cry." I said with fake tears running down my cheeks.

"Oh god, Ichigo, stop crying... Okay, fine, you're my best friend."

"OH MY GOSH, HAJIME HINATA FINALLY ACKNOWLEDGED THE FACT THAT WE'RE BESTIES! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"This just makes me want to avoid you more often than not."

"Awww, you're so mean to me, Jimmey. But that makes sense given how much of a tsundere you are."

"I am not a tsundere."

"Ha, that's funny, Hajime. So when are ya gonna get a girlfriend?"

"What does me getting a girlfriend have anything to do with me being a tsundere?"

"Oh, so you like dudes then? That's A-OK with me, Jimmey!"

"Oh god, just shut up, Ichigo. If I give you my melon bread, will you hush it?"

"Yeppers!"

"Don't tell me this was a ploy for you to get my melon bread."

I nodded with a shit-eating grin on my face. All Hajime could do was just tiredly sigh. And hit the top of my head really hard.

"OWWWWWWWWWWW, HAJIME! YOU FUCKING CUNTFACE SON OF A BITCH, I WILL FUCK YOU UP!" I screeched and made to punch him in the chest.

"I thought that you said you wouldn't talk if I gave you my melon bread," Hajime said dryly.

I frowned at him, flipped him off, and ate my melon bread angrily.

"Oh, don't get angry, Ichigo. You know I didn't mean it," Hajime said consolingly.

"Oh, I know," I said with a bright smile, "I was just messing with you."

Hajime frowned and just sighed again.

"I don't know why I'm friends with you," He muttered, annoyed.

"Aww, that's because you love me, bestie," I said, blowing him a kiss.

All Hajime did was flip me off and go silent.

"Hey Hajime, how do you think you did on that math test?" I asked conversationally.

"I think that I did well. How about you?"

"Well, I know for a fact that I aced it."

"How do you know that?"

"I'm just the smartest fucker on this planet, that's how."

"If that was true, wouldn't you be in the Main Course with Chiaki and her classmates?"

"Ow, that just hurts. But you do remember that I was scouted, but I rejected Hope's Peak because I hated being an actress."

"Yeah, I remember that. How's your sister coping with the whole situation with your parents?"

"Pretty well, considering how I'm emancipated now and how we don't have to see them ever again."

"That's good."

"Yeah, that's good."

Then, the bell signaling that lunch was over rang, breaking our companionable silence, and we had to rush back to class.