At Seika High

"MICHIRU-CHAAAAN!" yelled a blonde with an odango hairstyle, while running to the aforementioned person. Her hairstyle was pretty common near the city, though of course, it was rare to find one as long as hers,

Michiru was at the front of the school, having just arrived. She had her trademark light blue gray cardigan on top of a white fitted blouse with the uniform pleated light brown skirt. It was a relief that the girls' uniform at Seika was flexible in that girls could wear whatever color cardigan they wanted* and that she had been able to persuade the teachers that her neck was delicate and thus could not wear the uniform red bowtie. As much as Michiru wanted to strictly stick to the dress code, the color combination of green, light brown, and red was a big fashion no-no with her hair.

The blonde swiftly crushed the girl into a bone breaking hug as she cried loudly into the other girl's chest.

"Usagi-san, what happened now?" Michiru asked calmly. Usagi could be crying over how the cafeteria didn't have ice cream for all she knew.

"They-They," she paused to sniff loudly," called me a stupid girl who would never get married because I would be a terrible wife!"

Michiru raised her eyebrow in an expression of ice cold fury. Perhaps Usagi could be a bit childish at times, but she had the biggest and purest heart of all the people Michiru had had the pleasure and displeasure of meeting. She didn't deserve to be insulted in this way. The only crack in Michiru's cold demeanor was her eyes, which blazed with unsuppressed rage.

"Who said it Usagi-san?" she asked gently, not wanting to upset her friend further. No one, and she meant no one, would get away with making a girl cry. Not on her watch.

"Um, those guys over there," the blonde gulped, a bit scared at how calm her friend was. She was close enough with Michiru to know that the girl was scariest when she appeared like nothing was wrong, "But you know, they were probably joking."

Michiru was gone as soon as Usagi had pointed, strutting determinedly to where three guys stood. When she was close enough to see their faces, her eyes narrowed. The three of them had resisted all of the new rules she had set: Furuhata Motoki, Kou Taiki, and Kou Yaten. Despite their quite academic looks, they were the furthest thing from it.

When they noticed the beauty walking toward them, a mixture of dread and fear settled in their stomachs, though they tried not to show it.

"What did you tell Usagi?" her voice was calm, yet terrifying at the same time.

The blonde seemed to be the leader. He stepped forward, and spoke with a smirk, looking more confident than he actually felt," The truth. Nobody wants to marry a stupid girl like her."

His friends snickered, albeit nervously.

"I see. Well, I would appreciate it if you didn't talk about her like that," Michiru said coolly before walking away. The three boys stared at her with their jaws dropping. That was it? That was all the most feared girl would say?

"Heh, I knew it. She's scared of us. She's not so tough," said Motoki to his friends, his head already swelling.

Taiki looked nervously at the back of the girl, ever the wise one, " I don't know, Toki. I don't think we should provoke her."

"What are you talking about, Taiki? Why should we be afraid of her, when SHE's scared of us?" Yaten said, slapping his brother on the back.

Suddenly, the aqua haired woman whipped around, with an insincere smile at the three. All of the students in the courtyard immediately quieted, including the trio. She slowly walked to where they stood, her burning cerulean eyes belying her smile.

"I think you misunderstood me. I'm not scared of your tough guy act, nor will I ever be." Her words were spoken in a smooth tone yet with the effect it had on the whole courtyard, it seemed as if she had yelled.

"I'm also pretty sure," her voice changed, taking on an innocently confused tone as her eyes somehow simultaneously pierced three pairs of eyes. The three stood no chance; with the first silken word that came out of her delicate lips, they were goners.

"I've already told you that earrings aren't allowed, belts are required, and only the first buttons of shirts can be undone, no?" she tilted her head in puzzlement. Though her words seemed like a question, there was an underlying current of danger that was complemented with her unfaltering eyes.

Terror had slowly been creeping up Motoki as he was captured in the trap that was her gaze, and after releasing a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, he stuttered, "Y-yeah."

She focused on his collarbone, where just below, the buttons of his uniform were open enough to reveal the beginning of an unexpectedly chiseled chest. She raised one hand, and let it linger just above his skin, almost stroking him. Motoki let out a strangled sound that sounded like the middle of a purr and cry for help. Suddenly, her finger made contact with his chest, jabbing it forcefully, and taking him by surprise. He stumbled back gratefully into his friends, who caught him after watching the whole encounter with open mouths. The trio looked back to Michiru in a synchronized turn of their head, to see her looking with a pleasant but formidable smile still on her face.

"I hope I won't have to say it again. It's such a mouthful, don't you think?" she asked innocently, though there lied an unspoken threat as she inclined her head to the gate of the school courtyard. The trio nearly fell over themselves, scampering away. There was a moment of silence, when not even the birds chirped, as she walked away from the center of the courtyard, her face scrunched in annoyance for just a second before being replaced by an indifferent expression. How many more times would she have to keep up a facade of cordiality while chastising stubborn boys who wouldn't follow the rules?

"MICHIRU-CHAN! That was amazing! You barely said anything to them but you scared them so badly!" Michiru heard a happy shriek before she felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around her from the back, causing her to slightly lurch forward as her center of balance changed.

"Do you think they'll be okay?" Usagi suddenly asked, worry crossing her face.

Michiru sighed; Usagi was too caring for her own good.

"Usagi-san, it was nothing," she gave a small laugh, her irritated mood evaporating, and unwrapped the blonde's limbs from her, "Anyway we should go now. Class is going to start soon."

"Oh yeah! I can't be late this time!" Usagi yelled, and jumped off, running inside the school.

Michiru giggled slightly at the zealous blonde. Sometimes, she had no idea why the other girl was friends with her since they were complete opposites, but she enjoyed her company nevertheless.

She headed in the school, knowing fully well that the bell would ring in just 8 seconds.

….BRRRING!

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Michiru prowled the hallways, looking for trouble. All the teachers let her go five minutes early so she could find and fix disturbances in the hallways. She was the entire disciplinary committee in one person.

Michiru let out a sigh, continuing walking. Though it was only second period, she had already busted a guy trying to force his jobs on a girl, broken up a male strip rock paper scissors, and yelled, well more like scold impassively, at countless students breaking the dress code.

She looked around the hallways one last time, before deciding that everything was alright for now. But then she heard a sob.

She quickly followed the muffled sobs, into a dead end. In front of her was a girl with her hands buried in a face and the back of a blonde head.

Her eyes narrowed at the sight.

"Hey! What's going on?"

The head turned around to reveal, none other than, Tenoh Haruka.

A/N: The red bowtie with the rest of the uniform clashed too much with her teal hair in my opinion

*In the anime, the girls are seen wearing various different colored cardigans and the wiki also supports this claim.