a/n. no plot, just experimental character. i read too much of this certain manga lol, slightly based off daiki mamura's character.

Gynophobia

"My name is Miku," she blinked at him, her neck started to hurt. He was a head taller than her, and it amused her. She never thought guys of her age could grow this tall so fast. Funny how could some people make others feel so small.

The blond shrugged casually, boredom evident from his face. He seemed to be the type uninterested with making new friends, let alone new acquaintances. His fingers raked his hair as he murmured, "I'm not asking for it."

"I'm your seatmate, isn't that normal? And I'm a transferee. That's how it is done," she looked up to him innocently, failing to get a hint that the guy was completely, truly, and deeply not concerned about that matter. He gave her another shrug before pulling out his phone and earphones. "I don't care," he turned around and walked away.

Miku only blinked at his retreating back. She just transferred in this high school yesterday, and when the teacher pointed out her new seat, she decided to make her seatmate a new friend. Sadly, she had a very amiable classmate seated next to her. Yesterday, she lost the chance to introduce herself properly to anyone - to him, because when the lunch break bell rang, she was lost in the school grounds. It was him, the blond seatmate of hers who found her and escorted her back to class...or rather, he just directed her to which corridor she should take a turn. And though that was a given opportunity for them to talk, he always had his earphones on.

As she what had observed so far (well, yesterday), the guy had a crazy number of fans in the class. He seemed oblivious of it though, and he preferred to talk with the boys (and only boys) of the class. Miku thought that he was just trying to be modest. Maybe all boys from the city were just like that. That idea made her sigh, concluding that life in the city was polar opposite with the one from the countryside. Girls and guys were simply, flashy outfits were plain ridiculous. Otherwise was true in the city, though.

"Oi, Len! Kagamine Len! We need some help carrying this one!"

Miku pried herself away from the book she was reading, ears perking up when the fattest and loudest boy in the class went to the desk next to her. The boy called her seatmate Kagamine Len, and now for sure she knew his name.

The blond, despite the other boy's presence before his desk, continued to ignore him and continued to read his book. It was their lunch break again, but some of the class spent the time as though it was the study hall.

"H-hey, I asked him to help me with my homework. I'll just send him to you later," Miku forced a smile and it seemed to work. The boy just sighed and turned around, grumbling his complaints about the blond's uncooperative nature.

"Kagamine-kun," she poked his side, making the blond jerk away from her, face flushed. This reaction surprised her. "Our classmate is asking for you -"

"Don't touch me!" He put the book he was reading in between them as if it was a cross that could drive away vampires. "If you want to help them, go on. I don't care."

"But they are asking for you," she was about to poke him again when he suddenly pushed the book to her. "I even covered up for you..."

"I said don't touch me!" He threw the book to her, making the girl to instinctively catch it. Great way of diversion, he sighed.

She pouted, forehead wrinkling. "I don't bite."

He snarled, rising from his seat. The redness of his face reached his ears, and as if he went out on a run, he was panting hard. "Y-you're the first woman who touched me! D-do you think t-that's cute? That you g-girls are cute? That's...a-annoying! Stay away from me!"

The blond walked out of the room. Miku blinked at his retreating back once more, thoughts bombarding her mind. He was far from being a gentleman, so she wondered why he had a herd of admirers. His behavior was simply...foul.

"Must hate girls a lot, I suppose." Miku shrugged and glanced down at his text book he threw to her. She skimmed through the pages, stopping where the bookmark was inserted. It was a small sheet of paper, around one-fourth of the whole sheet of the book. She picked it up to read the tiny writings there, eyes squinting. His handwriting was neat and girlish, but it was so small. After a few seconds of reading, a sigh parted her lips. She inserted the bookmark where it originally was and put the book back on his desk.

"He hates me now."