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- We're here. - Yukio said. You were to busy to look around to notice that you two just got in front of a big building with an inscription. "Girl's Dormitory". It was already dark outside.

- Yeah. Thanks a lot. - you gazed at him with a little smile. He turned around.

- No problem. See you tomorrow in the class. - he said and went away.

Then, you heard a noise. It was coming from the trees next to the building.

- Ouch! - someone tried to "scream quietly" but...oh well, you heard it. You decided to check out what was it. You ran there and saw a boy under the tree and a broken branch. He was rubbing his head.

- Hey! What are you doing here? - you asked. Was this guy looking into some girl's window? Was he stalking?!

- Aw, man...- he stopped rubbing his head and looked at you. When he got his gaze right into your eyes, you felt that your legs got weaker somehow...What is going on...? Those eyes...Those dark, blue eyes. - And what are YOU doing here? - he asked. You needed to shake your head to get of this fascination of his eyes and try to figure out what this weirdo was doing up there.

- I'm living here? It's GIRL'S DORMITORY. Can't you read?

- Yeah, right...

- So, what were you doing on the...tree?

- Me? Um...I was just trying to get my bag back, y'know? - he stood up. He was also taller than you.

- A bag, huh? I don't believe you. - you looked unfriendly, right into his eyes.

- Hey, seriously. I'm not some kind of pervert.

- Yeah, right. Every pervert can say that.

- Okay, fine! If you don't believe me, go inside and see it yourself! It's in the last room on the left. There lives a girl with purple hair and she took it. Tomorrow you'll have to tell me I was right and you're sorry. - he said with a mad expression on his face.

- I'll check it out with pleasure. If I win, you'll have to agree that you're a pervert. - you said, confident with your rights.

- Great!

- Great.! - you yelled back and went inside to prove he's wrong and find your room. As the door closed, you turned around to see that perv-boy heading for the academy.

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