Mikan was wiping Natsume's locker roughly with a sponge.

"I didn't know you're into arts", a voice behind her said.

Mikan stopped what she's doing as she turned to face her friends, receiving a flick in the forehead from Hotaru.

"Ouch! So you guys finally know", Mikan said gloomily.

"Actually, Hotaru showed us your message exchange with Sumire here and I personally think that was cool, you know, what you did. That was brave of you", Anna confessed.

"You think so?", Mikan said with sparks in her eyes.

"Yeah, just… Just be sure to get the right guy next time", Anna continued, wearing an apologetic smile.

"You shouldn't have done that. Let that bastard know what he lost himself", Hotaru said.

Mikan nodded her head. She noticed the playful smile on Sumire's face who was rubbing her chin.

"Sumire? You okay?"

"After I met Natsume, I think I'm okay now", Sumire said, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Wait! Don't tell me… Are you… Perhaps, interested in him?", Mikan asked in disbelief.

"You could say that", Sumire admitted happily, shrugging her shoulders.

Mikan could only sigh, shaking her head.

"We're going home. Aren't you coming with us?", Nonoko asked.

"I still have to clean this locker as disciplinary sanction for my irresponsibility. You guys go ahead."

"Alright. See you tomorrow. Bye!"

"Take care. Bye!"

Her friends finally took off, bidding her goodbye.

•••

An hour has passed. Mikan was already halfway from removing the spray paint stain on the locker when a deep voice spoke.

"Move."

She faced to see the owner of the voice. Upon recognizing, she moved to the side. Natsume opened his locker. After placing his things inside, he closed it and faced Mikan.

"What do you want?", Mikan asked, looking at him strangely.

Without a warning, he placed one arm beside Mikan's head and leaned his face close to her.

"Wh-What are you doing, jackass?", Mikan stammered, leaning her face away from him. However, it only caused him to lean more, moving his mouth on her left ear.

Her mind drifted to what happened earlier. This has happened before, the only difference was she was the one in control and not the other way around.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget," Natsume whispered seductively.

She remember those lines. That was what she said to him earlier when she was about to punch him. So this is his revenge. He was going to hit her! In fear, she gripped the sponge on her hand tightly and closed her eyes, waiting for the impact.

But nothing happened. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself looking straightly into his eyes.

He kissed her forehead.

"That's for vandalizing my locker."

He kissed her left cheek.

"That's for almost punching me on the face."

He kissed her right cheek.

"That's for kicking me."

He kissed her button nose.

"That's for humiliating me in front of everyone."

He kissed her chin.

"That's for calling me a pig."

He placed his other hand on her waist, pulling her closer. He stared at her face, heat creeping up into her face. She's blushing as red as a tomato.

"Any last words?"

She could not speak. Well, Natsume didn't give her chance, meeting her small lips with his. Mikan's grasp on the sponge weakened, dropping it in the bucket of water and causing it to splash a few drops.

Natsume paused, leaning his forehead with hers before capturing her lips for the second time. He deepened the kiss, squeezing her waist and urging her to respond.

'How could someone with a foul mouth own a sweet pair of lips'? Is this girl for real?'

That was the thought that was running on his mind, forgetting that the girl he's kissing was the one who put him into so much trouble. Her face might be wearing an angry expression but he can clearly draw in his memory the softened gaze she has when she delivered that touching speech about her friend. So fragile, and yet, so strong. For him, that's the words that best described her.

'Why? Why am I allowing this pig to kiss me?',Mikan thought as she closed her eyes and granted Natsume's tongue entry.

Both of them knew that this was wrong, but somehow, it felt right.

And addicting.

Seeking for air, they both pulled away.

"What was that for?", Mikan asked, panting.

"That's for me to know and you to find out", Natsume replied with a smirk, removing himself from her and walking away.

She watched his retreating figure and touched her lips, trembling from the lingering sensation.

At that moment, her heartbeat was not in its normal rate.