A/N:

Okay so the only thing you need to know about this story is that Kazuya and Chizuru never made the movie together for her grandmother. That's the only thing that is really different about this story but nonetheless, I hope you all enjoy!

"Okay class, so since we don't have enough students for our commemorative screen play project, this year we are going to be merging with another class and do this cooperatively."

Kazuya sighed as he leaned back in his school chair, barely paying attention to what his teacher was saying as he tapped his pencil on his desk repeatedly. Enjoying the soft clicking sounds it made as he eyed the clock expectantly, liking how the clicks of the small hand matched up with his pen rhythmically, it was making him slightly tired. Feeling the urge to yawn he fought it back, swallowing the feeling as he spread his legs out under his desk. Reaching his free hand into his pocket he slightly pulled out his phone. His face scrunched in annoyance when he realized a lot of texts from Ruka, and the surprising text from Mami he had received before class started.

He had received several texts from his blonde haired ex girlfriend for the past two weeks now. She had texted him more in 14 days alone then she ever had when they were officially going out. He tried to find the time to reply to her when he could, but if he was being honest he really didn't care for anything she had to say. It sounded rude and meaner than he intended it to, but it was the honest to God truth.

Ruka too, he liked the the girl don't get him wrong. And truth be told again he didn't mind her clinginess when they 'dated'. Sure it was annoying sometimes when she refused to leave him alone, but under all that she was the epitome of a sweetheart. He had nothing against her as a person when they spent time together, but he only saw her as a pretty good friend. And she wasn't who he always thought about when he woke up in the morning, and fell asleep at night.

His thoughts then started to wander to the one girl who had truly captured his heart, and the person he wished texted him.

Peeking up at the teacher to make sure she wasn't looking his way, he pulled his phone out a little more and started to scroll through his Line messages. Scrolling right past both Ruka and Mami's messages he tapped on the one contact he wishes alerted his phone. A small smile forming on his lips as he read the last message she had sent him, about two months ago.

Mizuhara: Don't talk to me.

He exhaled in amusement, air shooting from his nose in the process. It was just like her to be so direct. No emoji's, and no bullshit, it was always straight to the point with her and he loved it.

Reading it again didn't hinder his mood, instead it always found a way to bring his mood up. He didn't respond to her after that because he knew if he did he would either get blocked, or punched the next time they saw each other. He did want to text her however but he just didn't know how to go about it.

Especially now since her grandma had just passed away.

She had been ignoring him for the past week ever since it happened. He wasn't even sure if she had gone out on any more dates since they found out about Sayuri passing. Their schedule since the semester started hadn't lined up at all and Kazuya now had to come to school an hour early to make up some credits he missed last semester. So it was almost impossible to meet Mizuhara except by the random chance encounter on the school campus. He had thought of going up to her then but she was usually with her friends and she had made it very clear to never speak to her when she was Ichinose.

He obeyed reluctantly, and always frowned when he watched her pass him by without sparing him ever a single glance.

He sighed wistfully, looking up to the dirty classroom ceiling. His eyes bouncing around the multiple water stains that covered the white spotted ceiling, following the rhythmic pattern with ease. The first stain looked like an open hot dog bun which he found odd, he had never seen a stain look so realistic before. The second was a little more peculiar, taking the shape of a large puffy cloud with lighting coming from it. He tilted his head as he stared at it silently wondering how a stain like that even came to be. It looked intentional, almost like someone themselves had placed a hyper realistic sticker on the ceiling to fool idiots like him.

He stopped his excessive pencil tapping and gently placed the writing utensil on his desk before using the hand to scratch the back spot of his head that suddenly became itchy. It was times like these that he really appreciated being seated in the back of the class out of the teachers immediate field of vision. It allowed him to slack off much easier and day dream to his heart's content. Though if he wanted to day dream he much rather would have preferred the desk by the window. Stealing a glance towards the lucky kids he noticed that the majority were not paying attention to his teacher and were in fact staring out the sliding windows happily.

He huffed, what bastards.

Turning his attention back onto his phone he started to slowly scroll through his messages with Mizuhara with his thumb. Reminiscing at how much they used to talk much earlier into the year. It wasn't much but it still made him happy to see.

The thought of texting her passed through his mind as he scrolled back down to the bottom of the text chain. His thumb hovered over the typing bar for a few seconds as he tried to decide whether or not this was a good idea or not. He really wanted to talk to her and see how she was doing. It was slowly killing him inside to know that she had to go through her grandma dying all by herself. Even if she told him that she was fine and didn't need any help, making it very clear that she was okay. He couldn't help but feel like she was lying. He knew how much she truly loved her grandma, more than anyone else, so the loss must have been catastrophic to Mizuhara.

Yet she insisted that she was okay, and he didn't believe it.

He sighed again as he slowly took his thumb away from his phone. Even if he wanted to text her he wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do. Most likely she would get mad if he said anything about Sayuri, and of course she would get mad if he even texted her in the first place.

Even though the 'Don't talk to me' message was two months ago, Mizuhara was one to hold grudges and he knew she still didn't want him to message her either.

"Kinoshita-kun what about you?"

Kazuya felt his eyes widen as he shot up straight in his chair. Shoving his phone straight into his pocket as fast as he could as he snapped his head towards his teacher. He quickly tried to rack his brain for anything to remember what they were talking about in class but nothing showed up. After a few moments of silence Kazuya laughed awkwardly, feeling his face go a little red in embarrassment as he looked at the slowly growing annoyed look he was getting from the teacher. His teacher just sighed, shaking her head in disapproval as she pointed at the bored behind her drawing Kazuya's attention to the column that was drawn neatly on the whiteboard.

"I had asked you what genre you were interested in, so what will it be?"

Kazuya blinked in confusion. Genre? A genre for what? He went back into the deepest part of his memories as he tried to remember what class he was even in at the moment.

It couldn't have been math, math was his very first class of his day, also talking about genres in math would be weird unless they just discovered a new way to do math. It could be his history class. In his first year of college he vaguely remembered how his old teacher had a heated debate with one of his students about if historical movies were actually accurate, or just dramatized to be acceptable for a motion picture movie.

That was a fun class.

But again it couldn't have been history, so that just left english.

Kazuya ignored the snickering from the other students as he raised his eyebrow. Scratching his cheek as he blurted out the first genre that he could think of, shrugging his shoulders as he did so.

"Uhh romance?"

His teacher straightened her back as she hummed in delight. Bringing her hand to her chin and tapping it with her index finger several times. Kazuya started to feel uncomfortable as his teacher's dark grey eyes bored into him. It was like she was looking right through him, like he wasn't even there. He visibly shrunk down into his seat, trying to make himself as small as possible and avoid the scrutinizing gaze that made him physically fidget in his desk chair. His teacher suddenly snapped her fingers like she just discovered something. A lightbulb appeared over her head as she hurried to her desk and started to scribble onto a notebook page with vigor.

"Very well then. Kinoshita-kun please take this and head to room 5-A. Me and two other teachers are paring students into groups of threes so please head there and wait for them."

…..

…..

"...huh?"

Kazuya felt like a bomb of confusion had just erupted inside of him, wrecking his insides completely as he stared at his teacher in disbelief. It was like he was on a rollercoaster that continued to throw him through loop after loop and giving him no time to get his bearings straight. He tilted his head in confusion and the snickering only seemed to grow louder in the silent room as his teacher called him to the front.

It took him a few seconds to move from his seat. Grabbing his backpack he quickly slung it over his shoulder before making his way to the font of the classroom. Turning his body to squeeze through a few other desks that were way too close to each other almost tripping in the process. On his short walk he realized that a lot of the desks were vacant and there weren't that many students left in the class.

He figured that they must have gotten sent out to meet their respective teams and work on...he still didn't know.

His teacher just grinned at him as he approached her. Taking the page that was handed to him he looked at it quizzically, silently looking up to the teacher and asking what this was. She said nothing and rushed him out of the classroom. Her tiny hands pushing him by his back as he tried to ask what exactly he would be doing but he was only met with silence.

Once he felt the cool AC start hitting his body he realized he was out in the hallway, turning around he tried to get a single word out but the door slammed in his face before he could speak. Frowning he adjusted his bag over his shoulder as a sigh pushed past his lips. He scratched the back of his head fully annoyed, eyes squinting, he peeked over his eyelashes at the piece of paper that was given to him by his teacher.

"I don't even know what this is…" Kazuya muttered to himself as he started to walk down the empty school hallway flipping the page trying in any way possible to find it interesting.

Looking at the page now he could see that it was more than just a single sheet of paper. It was three pages neatly stacked together, which explained why it felt thicker than normal. He decided not to take a look at what his assignment was until he got to his destination. Room 5-A, probably the most useless classroom in the whole school. It was the only english classroom on the fifth floor and it was mainly given to students who excelled in creative writing courses, or something like journalism. And during their summer vacation it was given out to aspiring play and screenwriters so they could formulate a script in time for finals.

Sadly it all got washed away when the college decided to discontinue the school newspaper, and limited all play/screenwriters into a small club room on the first floor that was about half the size of the one above. While it was a major change in scenery most students welcomed the change with open arms. Mainly happy they didn't have to walk up four flights of stairs every time they wanted to go to the club room, Kazuya couldn't blame them on that one.

Walking up the creaking staircase he tried to remember a time when classroom 5-A had been in use. He knew it had been vacant all of last year thanks to his best friend Kibe having been in a photography class last year that coincided with most writing classes.

Come to think of it he didn't know if Kibe was still even in photography, he had talked about majoring in film before but wasn't sure if he had kept up with it.

Kazuya was broken out of his thoughts as he finally made it to the fifth floor. Turning the corner without looking he rammed headfirst into another passing student who was equally not paying attention. With a yelp of surprise both their heads bumped against each other as they fell to the floor. Kazuya lost his grip on his papers letting them sprawl out against the floor as he fell onto his ass, his bag falling unceremoniously onto his hand. He winced at the feeling of one of the heavy books in his bag smashed right onto his finger nail.

He bit back the urge to curse at the pain, instead he looked up and started to apologize to whoever he bumped into. As he looked ahead of him he felt his entire face turn red in embarrassment as he stared straight forward into silky pink undergarments that definitely belonged to a woman.

Kazuya physically recoiled in shock as he snapped his head away, face fully flushed as he tried to get back onto his feet only for his hand to slip on the papers he brought earlier. He yelped again as he fell face first onto the ground. His head smacked against the floor with a loud smack and for a second all he could see was stars as his vision started to spiral. He didn't feel like passing out but he was definitely disoriented.

"H-hey are you okay?"

Kazuya blinked several times to fix his vision as a soft voice spoke to him. The voice was so soft that it felt like silk had just washed itself over his body, coating him in comfort and easing the pain he was feeling from his array of new injuries.

But one look upwards reminded him that the voice wasn't the only thing that was silk, since the girl had still yet to close her sprawled legs.

Kazuya jumped back a bit and pointedly looked away again, this time deciding to look somewhere far away from the silky delights and onto a poster for some upcoming sports game. He gulped loudly as he tried to get his blush under control as he nodded his head, grabbing the papers he spilled making sure to avoid looking at the mysterious girl.

"Y-yeah s-sorry for bumping into y-you."

"No, I'm sorry. I was in such a big rush to get to my new class that I wasn't paying attention."

Kazuya after hearing the girl get to her feet allowed himself to look at her now knowing that he was in the clear. His eyes widened a little at the girl's genuinely beautiful appearance. She had nice long straight black hair that was tied up in the messiest ponytail he had ever seen, the hair tie barely holding on as a few strands framed her pale face drawing his attention onto her breathtaking violet eyes that screamed of elegance. Kazuya couldn't stop himself from openly gawking at her as he took in her presence, her matching black hoodie accentuated her matching hair color and skirt. Perfectly topped off with purple high-tops that looked like they belonged on her pale and slender legs.

She was an S class beauty, and for a split second, Kazuya really mulled over the fact that she could be a rental girlfriend just based on her looks.

But still, she wasn't as beautiful as Mizuhara, no one was.

Kazuya got to his feet after neatly putting his pages together, smiling awkwardly he scratched his cheek with his index finger. He was just about to speak when the girl across from him gasped loudly. Hands flying up to cover her mouth as a worried look overtook her cute features.

"Y-you're bleeding!"

Kazuya blinked as she pointed down, looking at him with worried eyes. He followed her finger and lo' and behold, the finger nail that was smashed in from his book had indeed broken his skin and he smeared blood across the pages he had just neatly picked up.

"...ow."

The pain was now starting to course through him as he noticed his wound. His face twisted in pain as he grabbed the pages with his free hand and put them under his armpit to get them out of the way. He was about to reach into his bag but he felt something warm clasp against his bleeding hand. He blushed significantly as he traced the feeling back to the unknown beauty who was now holding onto his hand and started to drag him down the halls.

"W-what are you doing!?" he asked in a rush. His heart pounding in his chest as she pulled him with no trouble. She didn't even look at him and responded.

"What does it look like? I'm going to clean your wound."

"Y-you don't h-have too. I can j-just g-go to the n-nurse-"

"Nope. it's my fault you got injured so I'm the one who is going to help you."

"In all honesty I think I ran into you." Kazuya thought to himself as he let the beautiful woman drag him down the hall. His eyes lit up in confusion when they entered the very classroom he was supposed to show up in, room 5-A.

After opening the door they both were met with the calm atmosphere of the once used writing room of Nerima University. The room was barely even lit, the only source of light was the glowing sun above their heads shining into the room from the two windows at the back. Looking up at the small circle lights on the ceiling that were currently switched off gave Kazuya signs that most rooms on this floor didn't even have supporting electrical currents, from all the dust that coated the bulbs and glass.

Kazuya allowed himself to get pulled by the hand and soon found himself sitting in one of the four open chairs in the room. He shrugged his bag off his shoulder and let it fall to the ground as he watched the girl kneel down to get a better look at his injury. Grabbing the papers under his arm he placed them onto the table, "You know that injury isn't even that bad. I'll be fine."

She shook her head, looking up to him with a grin as she rummaged through her own bag. "I already told you didn't I? I'm taking responsibility for this."

Kazuya blushed a bit at the girl's gaze and hesitantly nodded. Tearing his eyes away from her violet ones as she took out a brand new first aid kit from her bag. Flipping the latch opened she pulled it up, taking a few off the cotton balls and she started dabbing the wound to soak up as much blood as she could.

Finally starting to relax, Kazuya sighed as he leaned back into the uncomfortable chair. Watching in silent awe at how tender the girl's touch was as she patched him up, she was so gentle to not accidentally graze the wound itself and make it worse for him. It was a strange feeling of comfort that he hadn't felt in a very long time, probably since he was a kid.

"I'm Kazuya by the way. Kinoshita Kazuya."

The girl dropped the bloodied cotton ball onto the floor and looked up at him. She was taken aback slightly at the small smile on the boy's face as he introduced himself. The sun was shining just enough to make it seem like the boy was glowing as she looked up at him. The sun had turned his deep brown eyes into pools of honey that made it almost impossible to look away from. His strange two toned brown hair was also starting to fall down his forehead and rest comfortable above his eyelashes, the hair tickling against each other that made the girls breath hitch in surprise.

After realizing she had been staring for a little bit too long caused her to snap her head away in embarrassment. She missed the small look of concern Kazuya gave her as she quickly finished cleaning his wound and placed a fresh band aid over it. Now fully aware that she had been cradling his hand the entire time.

"I-i'm Itsumi Miya."

"Nice to meet you Itsumi-san, and you really didn't have to do this for me."

Kazuya pulled his hand out of hers as he examined his now clean wound under the bandage. Itsumi cleared her throat as she tried to get her blush under control, still kneeling down in front of him she smiled kindly and nodded.

"No need to thank me Kinoshita-san."

"Oh no need for formalities." he said with a laugh, reaching up and scratching the back of his head. "Just Kazuya is fine."

"O-okay Kazuya-kun."

"But if I can ask Itsumi-san, why did you come to room 5-A?"

Miya blinked up at Kazuya, still kneeling in front of him as she smiled. She wasn't expecting that kind of question but she wasn't surprised by it either.

"Actually I'm supposed to meet my new partners for a school project here. So I thought I could kill two birds with one stone if I brought you here."

"W-wait you too?" Kazuya said, causing Miya to blink but this time in confusion. She tilted her head to the side as she watched the brunette grab hold of the stack of papers he had dropped on the table previously.

Grumbling slightly at the bloodstains across the front page he ignored them, reading from the top. "Kisu-sensei said I was supposed to come to 5-A for...actually I'm still not really sure why." he said sheepishly. Laughing to himself as he smiled embarrassedly to Miya. His eyes scrunching up thanks to his smile and she couldn't help but smile back, the tint of red returning to her cheeks as she did so.

"You don't know why you're supposed to be here? Did you not pay attention in class?"

Kazuya laughed awkwardly, his own cheeks red as he started to skim through the page his teacher had written for him.

"He, something like that."

"But still what a coincidence that we happen to be partners huh?" Miya said bubbly, smiling wide at Kazuya who was still reading over his assignment.

He nodded his head at her words as he flipped to the second page, his eyes roaming back and forth quickly trying to digest as fast as he could. Peaking over the page he could see the large smile on the raven haired girl's face. She was still kneeling between his legs and had yet to get up. Her clothed arms were pushed forward, making her chest pop out and drawing his attention instinctively to her impressive bust as it laid hidden under her hoodie. He felt his face immediately flush to the deepest shade of red as he forced his eyes away and back to the page he was reading.

"Y-yeah w-what a s-surprise!"

MIya opened her mouth to say something but she was interrupted by the classroom door sliding open. Both college students turned their heads to the sound as they watched with growing interest at who could possibly be coming through the door. Kazuya though couldn't have cared less on who would even walk in.

After reading over the first page he figured out that he was to write a screenplay with two students from other classes. Thinking about it now he vaguely remembered Kisu saying something about not having enough students this year for the project. So trying to find it in him to care he continued to glance upwards and look at the slowly opening door. He raised his eyebrow as he looked at the eerily familiar silhouette as it walked into the room drawing both his and Miya's attention to it. He soon felt his eyes go wide as long unmistakable brown hair coated his field of vision. Kazuya's heart started to speed up as he gazed into the brown eyes of the person he hadn't stopped thinking about for the past few weeks.

"M-mizu-I-i m-mean I-ichinose-san?!"

"K-kazuya-san?"

Both parties said in shock as they stared at one another. Kazuya could tell she was just as surprised as he was at how her back straightened up. His heart started to flutter as he watched her glasses she wore when she was Ichinose gently fall down the bridge of her nose, exposing her honey brown eyes for him to see.

Chizuru stood still in place as she tried to gather her own thoughts at what she was looking at. She had gotten over the shock of seeing Kazuya rather quickly as her eyes gazed downwards. Onto the deep violet eyes adorned on a gorgeous raven haired beauty looking up at her. But it wasn't just that, no, it was the close distance that both her and Kazuya seemed to be occupying.

And she was kneeling down in front of him.

Between his legs.

And her face was red.

Chizuru took a hesitant step back as her mouth fell open in shock, looking between both the unknown beauty in complete shock.

And she wasn't sure why her heart sank just a little deeper into her chest at the sight.

"W-what's g-going on-"

"I-it's not what it looks like!" Kazuya screamed, waving his hands frantically in front of him trying to squash whatever it was Chizuru was thinking at that moment. He got to his feet so fast that if either of the two girls blinked they would have missed it completely.

"Ibumpedintoherandihurtmyhandandsheofferedtohelpmeandshealsohappenstobe-"

"Hehe Kazuya-kun we can't understand you, you're speaking way too fast."

Both Kazuya and Chizuru turned their attention onto Miya as said girl giggled into her hand amusedly. Getting to her feet she stood tall and proud as she looked at Chizuru with a wide smile on her face.

"Sorry about that, I was helping him since I accidentally injured him on our way here." she bowed to Chizuru "I'm Itsumi Miya, I hope we get along well."

Chizuru started to relax a bit as Kazuya nodded at her, finally noticing that small cotton balls of blood that were soaked with blood resting on the wooden floor. Following the trail up she saw a nice tight bandage around his finger, no doubt where the injury originated from. Looking back towards the now dubbed Itsumi Miya, Chizuru couldn't help but notice the use of Kazuya's first name, and the affectionate suffix used by the girl. And the boy's face was red, much redder than she had seen it in a long time with his eyes practically glowing with discomfort.

"Likewise, I'm Ichinose Chizuru."

She had an easy time masking her own awkwardness, she had done it many times before after all. But she was having a little trouble in meeting Kazuya's broken stare as Miya smiled at her. She hadn't seen Kazuya since the passing….passing of grandma Sayuri just a week ago. She hadn't seen anyone in fact besides her friends from school and the occasional rental date that she still insisted on going on, she still needed the money after all.

And if she was honest with herself she didn't even want to see Kazuya.

But like everything else in her life, the Gods refused to listen to her plea.

Seeing Kazuya when she entered the room was definitely a surprise and she had the audacity to think that her very own teacher had set this up for them to be partners on this project, like she knew what was going on in their heads. Chizuru's grip tightened considerably around her bag strap, trying her best to ignore the look on the stupid boys face as he opened and closed his mouth several times like he was trying to find the words to start speaking.

But after nothing came out she just ignored him completely.

Miya pointed between the two of them, tilting her head to the side as she looked over at Kazuya with a raised eyebrow, smiling kindly.

And Chizuru wasn't sure why she felt something in her chest tighten when that happened.

"Do you two know each other already Kazuya-kun?"

There it was again. The use of his first name and the suffix. Chizuru tried her best to ignore the weird foreign feeling in her gut as she pushed her glasses up her nose with a shaky hand.

Kazuya seemed to blush even further as he looked at Miya, and stole a few small glances towards Chizuru whenever he could. The look on his face frightened Chizuru for a few seconds and she was scared that he might spill the beans on their relationship- n-not that they had one anyway. She meant their off business ventures.

Kazuya hesitantly nodded and laughed awkwardly, fidgeting in place as he snapped his head away from Chizuru after receiving a deadly glare from the brunette.

"W-we don't know each other that well. F-friends of m-mutual f-friends!"

He stated quickly, sighing internally in relief once the glare from Chizuru vanished from her face. Miya nodded her head in understanding at his answer. Still smiling over at the boy she took a seat directly next to the still recovering young man, pushing herself closer to the table.

"Well then, let's get to work partners!"

Kazuya and Chizuru shared one more glance but it was cut short by Chizuru as she glared at him again. Kazuya winced a bit before taking his seat once again with Chizuru taking hers directly across from him. Kazuya quietly apologized for the mess he made out of his papers but it seemed to fall onto deaf ears on both girls in the room. He was completely unaware of the small staring contest that was happening between females in the room, oblivious to it all. Chizuru was staring blankly at Miya, while the latter was smiling wide to her, her smile almost turning into a grin like she had one a contest or something. Chizuru tried not to let her emotions show but she couldn't help letting out a scoff when Miya intentionally scooted her chair a few inches closer to Kazuya's. Her nails dug into her blue jeans in irritation at it all, and she grew even more annoyed when Kazuya's face turned into a deeper shade of red.

She was not looking forward to these next few weeks.