The sliding doors slowly parted revealing the teacher of its class. Behind him a girl of 16, waltzed behind him with the grace of a ballerina. She smiled towards the class, then realising its chaotic behaviour. The girl took note of her surroundings. There was students sitting on desks, one green haired girl painting her nails, and a girl with shoulder brown hair talking animatedly towards her.
'Quiet down!' The teacher shouted angrily at the class. 'This is the new transfer. Introduce yourself.'
The girl continued to scan the room, none which are paying attention to her arrival. There was a boy with naturally dusty blonde hair was intensely staring at a page on a clipboard, pushing his glasses up to his nose. A boy with spiky blonde hair questioning another boy, who an army haircut, then she had realised it was Mochu. She sighed in relief of knowing that there was someone she knew in her class. A girl with dark blue hair, discussing matters to another girl who she could not see clearly. Several other students were currently occupied the classroom.
'My name is Mikan Sakura.' Suddenly, a girl with jet black hair stood up, silencing the room, as every pair of eyes in that room took notice of the girl who stood up. A pair of amethyst eyes, bore down onto amber eyes.
'Mikan.' The girl said, slightly bewildered.
'Hotaru?' To Mikan she began to forget her surroundings, and there was no one else in the room apart from this girl of black hair and purple eyes.
'Mikan.' The girl said again, but feeling somewhat agitated.
'Hotaru!' Mikan beckoned as she raised her arms, slowly moving closer to the girl.
'Mikan.' Hotaru said again, but now her voice was dripping with annoyance as she attempted to move away from the now crying Mikan.
'Hotaru!' Mikan cried, as she leaped into the air slowly shortening the distance between Mikan and her bestfriend.
'Mikan…' As Mikan hit the 30 inches between Hotaru raised a strange device. It was wrapped around her hand with a thick metal head. Then the black haired teen brought the device down like a hammer, onto Mikan's cranium.
The brunette cried out in pain. 'Is this how you greet your best friend? You heartless robot!'
'It is the morning, and additionally you know how I hate it when you cry. It makes you 10 times uglier.' The best friend stoically spoke. Reacting as gracefully as the first Mikan attack, Hotaru dodged Mikan's embrace to the side.
'Could the honour student of this class and the transfer, please stop this nonsense. It is still the first session and you should be studying!' A teacher commanded ruthlessly.
'Exactly, as honour student, I understand very well the level of education, so it is fine for me to ignore your impotence at teaching me.' Hotaru countered.
'This does not mean that you need to be rude to your elders!' The teacher bellowed, red in the face with humiliation and anger cause by his pupil.
The girl fully faced her teacher, flicking her black hair back, then raising her hand with a small white envelope. 'Do you know what this is?' dangerous lilac flames danced across her eyes with malice and blackmail. The class was silent, recording the discussion in their minds to later gossip about.
The teacher swallowed, taking the envelope from his student, and unfolded it. A tinge of red spread across his cheeks, as he starred in shock at the picture. Then he attempted to pocket the embarrassing picture of himself. Hotaru's hand shot out grabbing the aforementioned picture, then pocketing it into her own pockets, as the teacher stared in shock.
'Please give that back.' The teacher boldly demanded.
'Nope, not yours to begin with.' The girl quarreled back.
The teacher growled realising there is no point arguing, until Mikan decided to speak up for the teacher. 'Hotaru, give it back.' The whole class took attention to the brunette, even the teacher was stunned.
'Mikan?'
'Hotaru!' The brunette dove her hands into the pockets, retrieved the picture. The girl erupted into laughter.
'Oh gosh, why are you wearing a skirt? Look at your legs, they're so skinny and well-shaped!' The class joined her, laughing at the description of their teacher. 'Wow, is that real hair or a wig?' the girl continued as tears sprung to her eyes. 'The glitter suits you! Wait, is that nail polish?'
'NO!' The teacher snatched the photo and shredded it into pieces.
'Are you sure? Nails are not that pink!' Mikan stated, will giggling at her new teacher. 'But it's cool, you're just an Otaku right?' The teacher grew redder and redder, until he couldn't take the embarrassment anymore. The teacher stormed out of the room, slamming the door and leaving its classmates laughing up storm.
I am terribly sorry for the super late update! Please don't hate me! But finally, here we are!
Edit: SO sorry for the repetition, and thank you to those who pointed this out!