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This chapter is in Hikaru's POV and is based on the song Who Knew by P!nk.

I feel the need to rush to the nearest bathroom to make sure that my face is clear of any ahem 'drawings'. It may seem narcissistic but I for one am not a fan of sauntering around school, completely unaware that someone has in fact drawn a rather unusual 'shape' across your cheeks. Who knew?

But when Haruhi assures me that my face is in fact drawing free and when I have scrutinised her facial expression which is pretty much blank for the past part of ten minutes, I leave the whole event up to experience. It just goes to show not to count your chickens before they hatch. I overreacted a bit (a bit! Ha! That's a laugh!) And now I am left feeling more than a little bit embarrassed.

Sometimes, when I lose my temper I just blank out due to my utter frustration and I am left feeling like a child whom can't control their reactions due to the many scandalised reactions I receive. That time I was overcome by jealousy when I was watching that acquaintance from Haruhi's middle school flirt with her? Yeah, that was not one of my finer moments. And Haruhi was furious at me for even having the nerve to pick and choose whom she is friends with. Although, that wasn't my intention. At all. I am regularly consumed by a sense of jealousy that seems to twist my innards inside out due to the bitter taste of bile fermenting my being.

It isn't exactly the classiest feeling in the world, jealously. But yet even after years of coerced etiquette training that every young noble receives, I can't control my passion that threatens to incinerate me at every moment. Kaoru has always better at the etiquette lessons and I like to think it is because he has a more even temperament.

But it's my fault I despise them so? Promptly, I yawn, my mouth opening so wide that I hear a crack. I gaze at Haruhi whom is still hovering up her ootoro like nobody's business.

I didn't realise that I have been staring but apparently, I have as Haruhi glares at me and snaps, "Do you mind? I am trying to eat."

Oops. I know how annoying it is to be watched whilst trying to eat your food in relative peace.

But then she looks up at me with doeful eyes and my heart twitches. If I were Tono, he would have a total breakdown, remarking about her cuteness for the next hour and promptly sitting moodily in his emo corner when she rejects him on his ass once more. But I somehow manage to remain cool and casually slurp ramen (not the commoner's ramen, okay it is the commoner's ramen but it tastes so good! I have never known such happiness!) whilst trying to appear somewhat attractive. It isn't as easy as it sounds; it actually appears quite grotesque when you have sauce dripping down your chin, but I have a feeling that some girls are a bit too easily amused and/or enticed as promptly, a group of ten first year girls collapse from the majestic seating onto the marble floors.

"I am sorry Hikaru, but you know what I am like when it comes to ootoro."

Even as she says the word ootoro, her eyes glaze over and I chuckle at her amusing reaction. I hope someday I can make her eyes glaze over like that. I know it sounds perverted...but yeah, it was meant to.

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Apologies that this chapter took so long, I was so busy the last few days!