She looked to her left. A purple-haired titan stood, shoveling what looked like little colorful pellets into his mouth. Estelle had definitely seen this student lumbering around school before, but she could not remember his name. But even without his name, she could piece together what happened.

And that flash of purple was… him stepping to the side?! To avoid me?

Himuro turned to the titan, "Atsushi, that's not nice. She tripped on the candy you dropped. You should at least catch her," transitioning back to Japanese.

Atsushi. She supposed that was his name. Estelle bit the inside of her cheek to avoid spewing her favorite choice words at the titan. How extremely rude. She thought most guys at Yosen would have without a second thought, caught her. And he was the one who dropped his candy, and caused her to fall and he side stepped her?

"I didn't feel like it," Atsushi drawled back.

"Hey, you should apologize to her," Himuro nudged the titan and swiped away his candy with the other hand.

Atsushi frowned, eyes never leaving the candy in Himuro's hand, "I'm sorry."

His arm had an impossible reach and easily took the candy back. He immediately filled his mouth with the remaining rainbow pellets. It took all Estelle had to avoid punching this boorish oaf.

She dug her nails into her palm, "No, no. Don't make him apologize. I should've been looking where I was going. It's ok, Himuro-kun."

Estelle turned to the purple titan, "Sorry for stepping on your candy, Atsushi-san."

Himuro seemed satisfied that she was ok and that the titan apologized. But the class around Estelle somewhat paused and fell a bit silent. Atsushi had temporarily stopped chowing down on his candy and slid his eyes to look at her.

Did I say something wrong?

She realized she had called him by his first name, but it was out of necessity as she didn't know his last name. While a major faux pas in Japanese culture, Estelle had grown up in the States and calling people by their first name was very normal. Himuro, who she had heard rumors of, seemed to have spent a substantial amount of time in the States as well did not seem fazed by her blunder. Atsushi, on the other hand, didn't seem offended, but perhaps slightly caught off guard.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to…" Estelle trailed off, "I'm sorry. I don't believe we've formally met. What's your name? I'm Shinya Estelle."

The giant kept on staring at her, but didn't respond until a few seconds later.

"Murasakibara Atsushi."

That's a long last name. She didn't know how she was going to remember it.

"Then, Murasakibara-san, I'm sorry about your candy," Estelle said, in the nicest voice she could muster.

Murasakibara didn't say anything, unless "hm" counted as something substantial. He then continued shoveling candy into his mouth and went on his merry way, "Bye, Muro-chin." Murasakibara was not in her class. She would know if a 7 foot giant were in her class.

"I'm really sorry about that," Himuro turned face her. English again.

While Murasakibara was hard to smile at, it was hard not to smile at such a gentleman as Himuro, "No, please don't apologize. I really should have been watching where I was going. And plus I'm totally awake now."

A half-truth. While she was awake now, she still wanted nothing more than to punch the living daylight out of Murasakibara. But perhaps she could exact her vengeance another time.

"I know you're busy with your idol group, but you should really join in some extracurricular activities. I'm sure any club would love to have you as a member."

The guidance counselor was nice, and for sure, was just trying to do her job, but Estelle was busy. Singing practice, dance practice, and promotions took up most of her time. Luckily, she was just at the end of a promotion period for their newest album, but the lull was not expected to be too long. The guidance counselor had taken note of Estelle's absence in any club and had taken upon herself to call her into the office.

"Thank you so much for your help, but I really am busy. Is there any way I could waive this requirement or…?" Estelle was gently trying to wiggle her way out of this.

"Unfortunately, this is a Yosen requirement. If you want to remain eligible for your scholarship, you'll have to pick a club to join. We've looked the other way for a while now because we know about your group, but you'll really have to join something."

She slid a paper across to Estelle, "Shinya-san, I'm sure you'll have a great time in any club you join."

Estelle suppressed a deep sigh in her diaphragm, "Thanks so much."

She stepped outside the office and released the deep sigh quietly. Estelle mulled through her mind about which club she could join. Ideally it would be one where she didn't have to do much, and do her homework during club time. She slowly ambled back to her classroom, deep in thought.

Which club? Light music club maybe? I could get some singing practice in or how about—

She turned a corner and her face hit a wall. Or at least she thought. Estelle came to and looked at what she bumped into. It was him. Murasaki-whatever. He was still eating candy; this time a lollipop.

He tilted his head downward, "You again?" His expression was inscrutable.

Estelle dug her fingers into the palm of her hand and bit the inside of her cheek. She really wanted to slap some manners into this guy and she needed to do both to restrain herself, "Ah, Murasaki-san. Hello. I seem to bump into you a lot this week, literally."

She laughed awkwardly and looked up to meet his eyes. It was a strange feeling. Estelle was tall and she had always been the tallest out of the girls. But with this titan, she barely reached his shoulder. She looked at her point of impact and her expression changed from annoyance to concern. When they were rounding the corner, Estelle had walked head first into his white uniform shirt and now what was staring back at her was her own full face of makeup, stained on his shirt.

Without an apology and any further attempt at conversation, he began to leave, "Ok, bye."

She couldn't let him walk around like that. It was partially her fault. And also what if someone asked what that stain was from. Estelle was supposed to be a natural beauty, not someone who wore a full beat around.

"Wait!"

He didn't stop and continued trudging onward.

She ran and stuck out her arm in front of him, slamming the wall, "I said wait."

"What." He seemed very unamused and earlier showed no signs of wanting to talk to Estelle any further.

"Your shirt," she pointed at his chest, where his white shirt now was a perfect match to her skin tone, along with lip gloss and eyeshadow stains.

He seemed confused as to what it was. He swiped his finger on the stain and rubbed it between his fingers, "What'd you do?"

"Have you not— Do you not know what makeup is?" Estelle was bewildered.

Sure he's probably never touched makeup in his life, but shouldn't he know what that is?

"Is this your face?" He pointed at his shirt.

It seemed like a genuine question and Estelle was at a loss for words.

"Uh, yes?"

Her answer seemed to pique his interest and he fully turned to face her. He bent down and shoved his face into hers.

Oi, that's too close! Estelle took a step back, startled as to why he would put his face that close. He closely studied her face to observe the foreign substances that she had applied on it. He stuck his hand out and placed it on her cheek. Estelle was way too startled to react properly to his sudden decrease in facial distance. She couldn't help but notice that his eyes were the same shade of muted violet as his hair and that his eyes drooped slightly downwards, like Himuro's. He removed his hand and looked at it.

"Why is this on your face?" He rubbed his fingers around his palm which was now a shade lighter than his other palm.

She couldn't exactly explain how years of systematic oppression of non-masculine genders caused her to feel the need to use some foundation and setting powder, so she ignored that question.

"I'm sorry I got that on your shirt. If you give it to me, I can get the stains out and return it to you."

"Oh really?" He looked down to inspect the makeup on his shirt and rubbed it with his wrist, "Then ok. Can you give it back tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that's no problem. You can change into your—"

Without a warning, he began unbuttoning his shirt.

Estelle immediately hissed "What do you think you're doing! The guidance counselor is right there!"

He finished doing the deed and handed the shirt over, "You said you would clean it for me."

"Yeah I did but that doesn't mean—" Estelle couldn't help but stare.

She had learned from Himuro that Murasaki was his teammate on the basketball team, but she wasn't exactly prepared to see the body of an athlete so up close and personal so fast. He wore a fitted white undershirt and she couldn't help but notice that the uniform did too good of a job hiding the slight bulge of his biceps. She felt her face heat up and with the protective layer of some her foundation gone, she was sure her real blush was showing through. Estelle was still not over his absolute lack of manners, and apparently common sense, but she was willing to give credit where credit was due. And dang, that was a nice six pack. Murasaki was built.

She heard a sliding door behind her roll open. She needed to hide and fast. There were way too many unnecessary misunderstandings created by this oaf and she wasn't going to ruin her reputation or risk any rumors flying around with her up and coming idol group on the horizon. Estelle grabbed the shirt, ran into the stairwell, and bolted downstairs without looking back.

"Murasakibara-kun, where is your shirt?" The guidance counselor sounded understandably alarmed.

"I gave it to someone."