First Love Academy

Chapter 1: Confessions

Good grades or social marks I'll never achieve but that still didn't stop me. President, you struck my heart although you're hopelessly out of my league.

The sun streaked through the windows into the Raira Academy Student Council room. Standing at the head of the conference table was a teen with dark hair and the bluest eyes you'd ever see. He was talking to the rest of the council members about the school festival and the coming up exams. At the door though looking in through the crack was another student that would be in very big trouble if he was caught.

Heiwajima Shizuo, however, was used to being in trouble. His poor grades, blonde hair, messy clothes, and lack of social skills had most students and teachers pegging him as a delinquent. His dangerously short temper and supernatural strength only served as further deterrents for the rest of the student body to steer clear of the blonde.

Yet, there was something that Shizuo had in common with most teens his age: he had fallen head over heels in love. Never mind the fact that Mikado Ryugamine was not only one of the top students in the school, two grades younger than him, way out of his league in both social status and popularity, and the Student Council president (the youngest one the school ever had); he was also (perhaps most importantly) a boy.

To the blonde though, that didn't matter, he would love the younger teen anyway. But due to the aforementioned reasons he never told the boy how he felt. Not to mention the fact he was embarrassed as hell. As he watched the cute blue-eyed teen finish his report and (was he the only person who thought so) gracefully sit back in his seat he felt his heart give another pang at his sad situation.

One day I made up my mind and wrote a seven thousand hundred word letter.

He had had it.

After a lunch period of hearing his bespectacled friend (one of the few friends the blonde had) rant and rave about the girl who had transferred in from Scotland the last year that he was hopelessly in love with (an affection that was returned somewhat but the girl was still too embarrassed about to admit). He had had enough.

So here he was sitting at his desk staring at the small stack of paper in front of him. He couldn't believe that something so, so sappy had come from him. He quickly folded the papers up and put them in an envelope, knowing that if he looked at them any longer he might tear them up, throw them away, and that would be the end of it.

Now if only he would have the ability to actually put it in the president's hand.

But I just couldn't find the courage I needed to give it to you.

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Hey, why are you staring suspiciously?

Mikado was trying to ignore it. He had been ignoring it just fine up till now, but for some reason the intense gaze that seemed to be always on him had gotten even stronger lately. At one point he looked up quickly to see if he could catch the person in the act. It had taken a few tries, but he finally pinpointed their location, and he was very surprised by what he saw.

Standing outside the classroom peeking in around the doorframe was most feared teen in the school, well, one of the most feared anyway. Shizuo Heiwajima ducked behind the door frame; he seemed to be following the practice "if I can't see you than you can't see me".

Shizou was crouched down in the hall trying to will himself to disappear, the letter was in his hand, quickly on its way to becoming crumpled. Then a shadow fell over him and a very familiar voice said, "Hey, if you've got something to say, then spit it out right now."