One Punk Man

3.

As the bell rang, the students packed everything to leave for the break. Arthur watched silently, as Sakura took her bag. Her attempt of exiting the room was stopped, as he tried to approach her. "Huh?" She uttered softly; he stood by her chair. At first the girl thought that the punk would criticise or accost her; she certainly did not expect his next words.

"I- I am sorry for the –"

"Iggy!" Emily shouted, slinging her arm around the Brit's shoulder, "and Sakura."

Marguerite joined the trio, smiling empathically to the Japanese. Emily introduced them to each other, "This is my twin sister Marguerite, and my half-brother, Arthur. But I call him Iggy."

"E-Emily," The Brit fumed, feeling embarrassed. Sakura was overwhelmed with the presence of three strange persons, who wanted to get to know her. "I-I am s-sorry, but I need to go," the girl whispered, focussing her eyes on the ground.

"O-Okay," Arthur expressed, watching her leaving the room. "What were you thinking?" He questioned his loud sister, who had not admitted her wrong-doing in confronting the quiet and shy Japanese with her odd approach. "Brother, we know that you fancy her, and we wanted to help."

"F-Fancy? I am not f-fancying her," he stuttered nervously, "well, she i-is cute a-and... Stop smirking!"

He rushed out of the classroom. Feeling embarrassed for the second time within a few hours was very uncommon for the Brit.

Everyone in the hall moved out of his way. They could feel a grim atmosphere around him. The punk was mostly avoided by the other students; they did not want to get involved with him. Only Francis liked to provoke the Brit to the point where the Englishman would act violently.

Arthur thought about following Sakura to apologise for his former actions, 'I really need to explain to her that I did not mean what I said or did.' He spotted her walking to the toilette.

'Maybe I will wait here. I hope she will not think of me as a lunatic,' he reflected, standing next to the doors. Upon seeing Francis passing by, Arthur cringed. The French glimpsed at him, smirking.

"Oh, mais tu fais quoi là? Tu vas observer les meufs? Are you spying on the cute girls? Eh?"

Arthur's impatience was rising again. "How dare you, frog?" He hissed, moving towards the French. The Brit was not expecting the next occurrence that would happen. Just as he moved forward, the door of the toilette opened with a force which would knock down everyone who would stand near the door. Unfortunately, Arthur was currently in that certain position, which allowed his face to collide with the door. Francis fell on the floor, laughing; while Arthur's impact with the ground was more brutal. The punk sat up on his arms, forming the insult in his head, which he would use towards the culprit who had smashed the door into his face.. "H-Hey...," He stopped in a soft tone, seeing as the shocked Japanese stood in front of him, her face filled with shame and concern. "I-it was y-you."

"I-I am so sorry," she exclaimed stressfully, "It was n-not on purpose, I-I..." The girl sat herself next to Arthur, taking his head in her small hands. She examined his face for any bruises, not noticing the small proximity both of them had. Nonetheless, Arthur was very aware of her closeness. His breath was stuck in his throat and he could not deny that she was indeed very beautiful.

"So adorable," he whispered loudly enough for her to hear.

"W-What?" She asked flabbergasted, staring at him. At this point the shy female discovered their closeness. Her thoughts were racing, 'Did he just say adorable? Did he pay me a compliment?'

From afar this scene looked like a romantically event, especially for Marguerite and Emily.

"I-I, er," was all the flushed Brit muttered, feeling exposed to her.

"Y-your head has a little b-bump," The Japanese informed him softly, touching his light injury, "I-I will take you to the infirmary. It is nearby."

"Y-Yes."

Sakura observed him as she stood up. Feeling embarrassed was an understatement; the quiet female was ashamed of her actions and nervous of the Brit's former compliment. As if this was not enough, the punk was smiling at her with such a flushed lovely look that she was blushing worse than before. "I-I am so sorry," she apologised again, taking his arm to pull him up. Despite her fragile looking form, the girl was strong.

'He is such a mystery,' she mused. She believed that he disliked her and yet he was muttering sweet words to her. Sakura assumed that the impact of the fall had been worse than she had expected, "Come."

All eyes were on both when they walked to the infirmary.

"Please sit down Mr Kirkland," the nurse said, motioning the Brit to rest on a chair. "It seems that you have taken quite a blow. Was it during a fight?" It was no secret that Arthur was seen as a notorious troublemaker –due to a certain French man–, even though he tried to avoid as much fights as possible. "It was me," the Japanese intervened. The nurse, upon hearing the shy girl's confession, was surprised. She had not imagined that this small female was capable of knocking down the infamous punk. "O-okay," she murmured with widened eyes.

"Was he flirting with another girl?" the nurse asked, believing that both were in a relationship and Sakura's action towards him was due to an act of jealousy.

"W-What? N-no w-we are not ...," Sakura stuttered heavily, "W-we are not d-dating."

Arthur, who did not object the idea of them dating, was flushing but did not deny the nurse's indication. The nurse observed the two with a smile. 'Both will be very cute together,' she thought to herself.

"I-It was an accident," Sakura whispered, looking at the Brit, whose blushing face was facing the floor.

"You can go to class, I will watch over him."

Hearing the nurse's words, Sakura left the infirmary. The little break was almost over and she had to attend classes. Her mind was filled with a lot of questions. The main concern was her guilt. She needed to apologise properly to the Englishman. Although she felt unsettled in his presence, she was determined to ask her new friends to help her with the apology.

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Translations:

Oh, mais tu fais quoi là? Est-ce que tu vas observer les meufs? – Oh, what are you doing? Are you spying on the girls (yes 'meufs' is a word for girls/females, it is a slang word)

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[A/N: And the next chapter :D. I wanted to make this scene with the door (inspired by me and my best friends' own experience with 'clashing with the door' :'D. I finally have winter break, so that means more time for writing and updating :D.]