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A guy I admire.

A young pink haired girl sits in the classroom. Drawing doodles. She rests her chin on her palm thinking deeply about a certain someone. Lifting up her head as he spoke. It was one of those annoying presentions that the evil teachers like to force their students to do in front of their peers. It was like harrassment amoung students. Rubbing her lips together, while staring at his lips. Only wishing those soft lips would find there way to hers.

The young guy lifts up his head, looking around the classroom. Finding himself meeting up with her eyes. The pink haired girl swiftly looks down with her burning bright red. Clinging her shirt, she felt her heart run in circles as a tingle feeling rushes through her entire body.

Secretly, sidelong glancing at him as he finshes his prestation. He bows as the students clap and whisle. Walking casually, the young pink girl looks down. Passing by her, he takes his seat two seats behind her. Wanting to look back and capture his mysterious beauty. She resists herself the temtation and horrifing moments of being teased or worse harrassed by her peers.

The teacher singals her that it was finally her turn. Swallowing, she forces herself to start up only hoping he's not looking at her back turned to him. Refusing to look over her shoulders, she walks up to the front of the classroom.

Resting her shetch book on the black board railing. She turns around facing her peers. Shivering, she opens her mouth. Mouthing words that would not leave her throat. Mute. Shutting her eyes tightly to hold back her tears of being fearful. She claps her hands together.

Students become restless and start complaining to hurry up. Feeling pressure arise. A tear races down her cheeks, her tear raced to the floor. As her tear splashes on the floor. A pair of hands clap ontop of a desk. Silencing a baby's cry.

Flash opening her eyes, she meets his supportive gaze that only seemed to have only room for her in his eyes. He nods after silencing the room for her. To continue with her presentation.

A smile curls up on her lips as he sits down. Clearing her throat. "My presentation is about..."

As soon as class was finshed. She was at her locker, placing her textbooks away. Humming a tone to herself.

"Tamao."

Looking over her shoulder, she notices a guy with pointy purple hair walk up towards her. She warmly smiles at him. Closing her locker. Bowing. "Thank you for helpping me, Ren-san."

Ren wraps his hand around her waist, pulling her closer. Her eyes widen in surprise feeling soft, juicy lips press against hers. If she was ice cream, she'd be melting of his sweet taste.

Passing by, students stare at them. Girls ice glare in envy; Guys joke around in an immature manner.

Barely closing her eyes, Ren breaks free of the kiss. Eye contact. Staring deeply and fondly at each other.

Ren bends down onto one knee, holding onto Tamao's hand. "Tamao, will you be my girlfriend?" He asks, staring helplessly up at her. Tamao nods with a wide smile on her face. Ren returns the smile as he looks down at her hand. He places a beaded pink ring onto her "ring" finger.

Standing up onto his feet. The young couple walk down the hallways.

Hand-in-hand.

Tari-chan: Sorry you Y/T, H/T and other suitable Tamao pairing fans. But, I'm loyal to my R/T. R/T luv 4eva. Besides, R/T needs some supportive help as far as fics go. Enjoy R/T fans.