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Summary: He thought she just misspelled it but judging from Kanazawa's advice – the one he refused to take and wanted to reprimand – she did not and he was the one who misunderstood and thus made him a jerk.

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Len sat there, arms crossed, forehead creased, and his head feeling extremely painful, and thus added to his inner-conflict – a dispute that involved Kanazawa and taking his advice about women, to be more specific, Kahoko's sudden change of mood.

He was beginning to think that his teacher – if a teacher of his kind was considered as one, he says – did not know the answer, and quite frankly, he wasn't too surprised by that for he had anticipated a solid 'I don't know' from him. However, he'd expected it to come sooner – queer.

And for the nth time for the past thirty minutes inside the lonely staff room, he said "And you said 'Hino, I think you misspelled this', right?" which he replied with a single nod, for he has grown tired from saying 'yes'.

He's nodded 257 times already – he's neck was killing him.

And he desperately wanted to escape this four-walled room, a dungeon as he describes it, and forget that this even happened. But no – Kanazawa was quite persistent and considering that he was middle-aged, single, and a 'smoker', this was a surprise, even for Len who did not care about anything – kind of.

"Kanazawa," he began, stern as ever. "—are you sure you can help me because it wouldn't make any sense if I were to wait for an answer that is never going to come or doesn't make any sense. Either way, I don't want to spend my after-school hours here with my teacher."

His tone was monotonous, as usual, and Kanazawa could only chuckle at the way Len made the word 'teacher' sound, which was pretty funny, considering Len was believed to be kind by his unrelated audience, judging from his music.

Bitter and cold, Kanazawa thought, which is probably why he wasn't able to understand what Kahoko's sudden mood swing was about – not really surprising, knowing him. "Wait, let me get this straight. You told her 'Hino, I think you misspelled this' and then she ran away all of a sudden? Crying her eyes out?"

"Yes, Kanazawa, for the thousandth time that's what happened," he said, and the pink-haired man scratched his chin, imitating those detectives he saw on the evening TV soap operas.

"And this was after she gave you that letter?" he asked. Len rolled his eyes; obviously he was getting tired with the yes-or-no questions he kept throwing at him.

Len sighed and reached for his pocket; he had to move, fast, because he didn't want to grow old in there, and everyone in their right mind would think the same, especially if Kanazawa was scrutinizing every detail of your history.

"Here, read it all you want but I'm certain you won't find a single clue about what's happening to Kaho… err… Hino." Kanazawa smirked and grabbed the piece of folded paper, opened it and read the words inscribed on it – word, rather.

But was it even a word in the dictionary?

"See?" Len drummed his fingers on Kanazawa's desk and looked at him with that same, bored expression whilst he inspected the letter thoroughly.

And then, to his surprise, he stood up and wore his coat, the piece of paper in his hand, his class record on the other. Len followed him with his gaze and rested his head on his closed hand, anticipating his answer… or withdrawal.

However, the reply he got was fairly different from what he had expected – a hit on the head. "Kanazawa!?" he yelled but Kanazawa shot back a glare, for the first time. "What the hell are you still doing here, kid!?"

Len jumped up in surprise and went back to his usual calm composure. He wondered what he meant by 'still doing here' and mulled over that phrase a bit – and it annoyed his teacher, a lot and it earned him another hit on the head, much harder than the previous.

"Go and apologize to your woman!"

Len was startled and took a step back, grabbing his jacket. "M-my woman?"

"Yes, you fool! Haven't you realized that Hino just told you she loves you and that you rejected her harshly!?"

Len looked confused and his brain has gone haywire all of a sudden, but that didn't stop him from bolting out of the room in a fast run and pushing his teacher aside, without so much as a thank you. But he understood, quite a lot actually, why his pupil was like that.

However, the thing about the letter was quite confusing. Even someone like Len who was quite smart was perplexed by the text imprinted on the two by two piece of paper.

Simple – it wasn't a word, yet it wasn't misspelled and Kanazawa understood every single bit of it. Why? Because he's confiscated a few of those things and managed to get some info about the kids today. Len, on the other hand, was not updated by what's new.

Three letters, it had, written in capitalized symbols, without punctuations or backgrounds to make it look pretty.

The paper she used was just ripped out of her notebook and the ink was pretty much mediocre.

But the content was fine – witty, actually.

ILY – it spelled 'ILY', a word or rather, abbreviation that wasn't actually too confusing, wouldn't you say?

—End

Yes, I know that stunk more than usual. Yeah, yeah, so sue me… not. Anyway, thanks a lot for reviewing the previous stories – I appreciate it! Now I'm off to do homework… or surf the net… Review!