Oh God. Oh God. Oh God! OH GOD!
I hugged my books tightly like a teddy bear. Everyone was staring at me. I could feel their eyes piercing my soul and slowly judging me. My stomach was doing backflips. My hands were starting to sweat. I was starting to tremble slightly. I gripped the sleeves of my new uniform.
So many boys.
Sensei was telling the class about me.
"Everyone, meet our new student. This is Yukimaru Kasumi and he will be transferring here for the rest of the year. Please treat him with respect."
Wait! He? HE?! THEY THINK I'M A BOY?! WELL THAT'S NOT OFFENSIVE!
I looked at Sensei in surprise. All I got was a smile back from her.
"Yukimaru-san, will you please tell us about yourself?" She asked. I gulped and turned to face the class. I saw a few girls giggling and pointing at me. Some boys next to them were rolling their eyes.
What is it? Did I do something wrong? Is there something on me?
"H-Hello." I said, barely above a whisper. I heard the girls giggle even louder.
"M-My n-name's K-Kasumi. I-I'm 15 a-and I...um..." What do I say? Should I just say I'm a girl? Do I tell them my hobbies? My dreams? My hopes? SHOULD I JUST START SINGING AND DANCING TO SHOW TUNES?!
I swallowed again and tried to hide myself behind my hair and books. I felt tears start to sting my eyes. No, don't start crying now! Do you want them to think you're a crybaby?!
"KAWAIIIIII!" The high pitched screams of the girls threw me off guard. Oh God! My poor eardrums!
I saw most girls with stars and hearts dancing in their eyes. They were all staring at me like I was the Holy Grail or something! IS THAT BLOOD COMING OUT OF THEIR NOSES?!
"Well, Yukimaru-san, you can have a seat next to Aiko-san. Aiko-san, please raise your hand."
I saw a small blonde girl raise her hand. I sighed in relief and made my way over to here. She blushed brightly when I took my seat next to her. Her blue eyes were inspecting every inch of my body, making me shift a bit in discomfort.
"Alright, you all have ten minutes to talk before class starts."
I quickly opened my sketchbook and grabbed a pencil. Before I could start, however, a high pitched voice interrupted me.
"Um, excuse me, Yukimaru-san." I flinched, but turned to face Aiko. I shyly nodded, not making eye contact with her.
"I just noticed, but your tie is missing." She pointed to my (flat) chest. Sure enough, I had forgotten about how I gave up on that blasted piece of cloth. By this time, almost every girl was starting at us.
"I-I couldn't f-figure out h-how to tie it." I blushed a little, taking it out of my pocket. I saw her turn red again, her hands covering her mouth in a failed attempt to hide a squeal.
"I'll help you tie it, Yukimaru-san!"
"No, I will!"
"I can do it!"
"My mother owns a clothing company! I'm good with ties!"
"Here, let me!"
In a record breaking time, almost every girl in the class surrounded my desk, begging for me to let them help.
What is it with these people?!
Anyways, somehow Aiko had managed to sneak in while everyone was arguing and helped me with the tie. She was blushing the whole way, but thankfully my uniform was spared of blood.
"Alright, everyone take your seats!" Sensei yelled. I sighed as I looked at the empty page on my sketchbook.
Meanwhile...
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" A redhead boy said.
"Does it involve the newbee?" Said an identical boy next to him.
"You think the Boss will be interested?"
"With that many girls surrounding him, who wouldn't?"
"Are you guys plotting something again?" Haruhi said from in front of them.
"Why of course not." Hikaru said.
"Why do you ask?" Kaoru asked.
After a few classes, which I barely paid attention to, it was lunch.
I was currently sitting at a lunch table surrounded by a horde of girls that were throwing questions at me left and right. Luckily, none of them were personal.
"So, what's your favorite color?"
"I l-like g-green." I said, making a few girls chorus with 'Me too's.
"What are your hobbies?"
"D-Drawing and R-Reading, I g-guess."
"Do you play any sports?"
"N-No. I'm a w-weak b-baby kitten." I smiled sheepishly. And cue the squeals and nosebleeds.
I stared at my uneaten lunch. All they served here was rich people food that was so beautifully decorated, it made me feel bad after I take a bite.
"Oh, we're sorry, Yukimaru-kun. Are we not letting you eat?" Aiko asked. I quickly shook my head.
"I don't r-really like the f-food h-here." I said, pushing my plate away. Bad idea.
"Well, you can have some of my lunch!"
"Mine too!"
"No. Take mine!"
"I have chocolate cake, if you want it!"
"My mother packed me Fancy Tuna! Have some!"
Thus dozens of lunches were shoved in my face, each as delicious looking as the last. I would have taken them, if my moral compass wasn't in the way.
"I-I would f-feel bad i-if I took y-your lunch." I shook my head, even as my stomach growled.
"KAWAII!" OW, MY EARS!