-:Yomi and Ite haven't got enough love! Say hello to them! Also, sorry about that unannounced hiatus. I'm back for a while, now! Don't worry!:-

Ite leaned against a wall, just outside of the Gym. He was fiddling with something, presumably an mp3 player. Just as he stuck the headphones in his ears, a tap was placed on his shoulder. Ite turned around to come face to face with Nure, who had a rather tall and serious-looking boy behind her.

"Can I help ya, Nure? Who's your friend?"

The thin girl smiled and introduced the boy.

"This is Yomi, a friend of Yumi. He's been tutoring me in Math."

Ite snorted. Last time he checked, his friend did not need any help in Math.

"Ah yes, Math. Did the class suddenly get troubling for you, or is this a way of saying there's nothing between us anymore?"

She looked shocked.

"What do you mean, between us? There was nothing between us at all!"

Ite laughed and patted her back.

"Don't worry, I was playing with you. Well, if you need me, you know how to get my attention!"

He turned back around and stuck the headphones in his ears, walking away. Nure raised an eyebrow but said nothing, only watching him go. Yomi laid a hand softly on her shoulder, and she turned to view the fleeting expression of worry on his usually calculating face.

"Did I cause something?"

The lanky girl shook her head and smiled wryly.

"Absolutely not. Ite's just being a bully; he's like that. I only wanted to tell him to meet me later for some coffee, but I can give him a call. Shall we go, then?"

The two then departed the sweat-scented wing and headed to the lobby. There, Nure pulled out her World History book and sighed.

"I feel awful for lying to him. He tried to tutor me, you know."

Yomi nodded solemnly and took his book out as well.

"Is that why you told him that I'm tutoring you in Math?"

"Yeah. I don't want to hurt his feelings. He's a little touchy about that subject. Likes to think himself brains *and* brawn."

"He does seem the kind to be athletic yet a straight-A student."

She sighed and closed her eyes.

"Ite is. He's mostly good intentions, so it's even worse."

Yomi leaned back and opened the book, flipping to a page with the European Union flag.

"Shall we get started, then?"

...

"Hey, Ite?"

The large boy adjusted the cell phone against his ear.

"Hey, Nure. What's up? You don't usually call unless something's wrong."

He could hear her shifting on the other side of the line, like she was uncomfortable.

"Uh, there's nothing wrong. I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out earlier, but you walked off before I could say anything." She laughed, but it was as fake as those plastic and nylon trees in the lobby.

"Ah, yeah, sorry. I thought you were finished and had gone off with your boyfriend."

There was a pause and a cough.

"Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Would you like to meet by the cafe, for some coffee? I'll pay."

Ite chuckled (for real) and shook his head, despite the fact that he was on the phone with her, not face to face. "I suppose I could meet you for a beverage. You're paying, huh? I'll try not to be too expensive."

This time her laugh was genuine and soft.

"Alright. Around 19:30?"

"Around 19:30."

Before he could say anything else, a monotonous note played over the phone, indicating that she was no longer on the line. Ite sighed and put down his cell, leaning back into his chair. What could she have to tell him that he did not already know?