Her name was Sakura Tsukimori. Her best friend was Hina Watanabi, her favorite color was pink, she always had pickled plums with her lunch, and she liked to read shojo manga.
Kuwabara learned all this during the first two weeks of school simply by observing her. He hadn't actually managed to talk to her yet, but he was trying to work up the courage to do so.
He was watching her one day during their break when Urameshi wandered over and commented, "She'll never go for you."
"What are you talking about?" Kuwabara asked, annoyed at being taken from his new favorite pastime.
Urameshi nodded towards Sakura. "That Tsukimori girl. She's never gonna like you. Girls like her don't like guys like us."
"What do you mean, guys like us?" Kuwabara demanded.
Urameshi rolled his eyes. "If you can't figure that much out on your own, you're even more hopeless than I thought."
Urameshi sauntered away, and Kuwabara glared at his retreating back. What did Urameshi mean? It wasn't like Kuwabara was all that different from the other kids in his school. Was he?
He asked his friends about it later that day. "Are we different from the other kids here?"
"Kind of, I guess," Kirishima said.
"Most kids don't get in as many fights as we do," Sawamura said.
"Or get in trouble for not bringing their homework," Okubo added.
That was true…But surely Sakura wouldn't reject Kuwabara solely because he got in fights and wasn't the best student.
"Do you think that would bother a girl?" Kuwabara asked.
"Why would you care about a girl?" Kirishima asked.
Kuwabara blushed. "Cause I like her."
His statement was met with a shocked silence.
"Well," Okubo finally said, "I guess the only way to find out is to ask her."
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