One Punk Man

4.

Arthur was still sitting on the chair in the infirmary. He reflected on the happenings which had taken place during the past few hours. His cheeks grew warmer, the more he thought about it. "She looked so sorry, but she avoided my gaze," he muttered. He could not be angry with her, even if she had stolen his seat and smash a door in his face. The ice package was pressed against his head and cooling his bump. "Only 10 minutes until school is over."

He had been in this room for several hours, resting. His injured had swelled down and he felt better. "I will go when the bell rings. Maybe I will see her," his voice sounded tired, but thinking of the shy Japanese was enough to make his heart beat faster.

As if his prayers had been heard, the loud ring of the bell sounded through the building. Despite the big crowd full of students, his eyes found Sakura's very quickly.

She stopped dead in her tracks. The girl was not sure if she should approach the punk or not. The female was ashamed of her former actions and believed that he would still dislike her. His green eyes were staring at her face. At that moment, Felicia (not noticing the moment that had passed between her friend and the Brit) pulled Sakura with her, leaving the school through the gates.

Feeling sad and disappointed, the Brit left as quickly as possible. 'She saw me and stopped,' he thought dispirited, 'was she afraid to face me? I could never hurt her. Maybe...Maybe it is for the best to... just avoid her.' Negative thoughts were resurfacing and lowering his happy spirits.

Heavy raindrops fell down, matching Arthur's gloomy mood as he arrived at home. His sisters would be home in a few hours. Emily had cheerleading training while Marguerite had a meeting with her ice hockey team. Arthur could not explain why the new girl affected him so strongly. Never before had someone made him feel that way. The fear of being rejected, took over him. "Maybe it is just a phase. It will pass in some days," he murmured, opening the main door to his home. "I will try to ignore her. It does not seem as she would talk to me anyway..."

He did not know that it would be harder than he expected it to be.

While he distracted himself with reading and music, Sakura tried to find a way to apologise to the Englishman.

"I know that he likes magical things," Felicia informed the Japanese, sipping from her cappuccino. Sakura had asked the Italian for help. "So, you could make him a gift as an apology."

"But, magical things?"

"Yes, well he likes Harry Potter and mythical creatures of English folklore."

"How do you know all that?" Sakura asked, curious of Felicia's knowledge.

"Francis is a good friend of mine, almost like a big brother, and he knows everything about the Brit."

"O-oh. But it seemed that they hate each other."

"Well Francis likes to provoke him, because Arthur is always reacting negatively to it."

Both were discussing until they had found an idea. The sky was turning into a dark painting, indicating that Felicia needed to go home. "You will manage," she had said, hugging Sakura. After she had left, Sakura closed the door with a sigh.

"I hope he will accept my apology," Sakura whispered, looking out of the window before she went to the kitchen.

It was the next morning and Sakura had prepared a bento which contained sushi piled in form of a dragon. She had not forgotten the information Felicia had given her. "He is a bad cook," she had said and Sakura thought it would be a nice gift. 'And everybody loves food,' she thought with a smile. She was still a little embarrassed of the outcome of the first day, but she knew that she had wronged him. As Felicia told her that the Japanese had sat on his seat, Sakura was astonished. "But we were all surprised that he did not react angrily against you. No one sits in his chair," Felicia had admitted, leaving Sakura with tons of questions.

Sakura stood in front of the Englishman's locker. Her confidence was increasing, the more she thought about Felicia's words. She believed the punk to be more polite than people described him, 'If he were a bad guy, he would have insulted me and not leave me sitting on his chair.' She thought about his reaction after he had collided with the toilet's door. "He was smiling and paying me a compliment," she murmured to herself, blushing due to the last part of her sentence.

Arthur could not believe his eyes when he saw Sakura in front of his locker. He had woken up with the strong determination of forgetting all about her. The Brit certainly did not expect her to show up at his locker. He concluded that she had mistaken it for someone else's. As he made his way to his locker, Sakura's eyes gazed into his. "A-Arthur?"

Upon hearing her sweet voice, he stopped his feet from moving any further and stared into her eyes. "Y-yes?" He asked with a nervous voice.

"T-This is for you," she said, giving him the bento. "I-I hope you will accept my apology. I am very sorry about your injury a-and for stealing y-your seat."

He was too shocked to say anything. His heart and mind were racing. 'She made me this for me,' he concluded mentally.

The silent punk stared at her with a widened look which she misunderstood. Sakura looked at the gift. "I -I am sorry for the inconvenience. I-I will go –"

"N-no!" Arthur stammered. "P-please don't go. I am sorry for making you feel uncomfortable."

He looked softly at the gift in her hands before she handed it him. "Thank you so much for the gift. Y-You didn't have to."

For the first time, Sakura smiled at him. She was glad that he had accepted the gift and her apology. "I am happy to hear that. U-uh by the way, my name is Sakura."

"I-I know," Arthur confessed with a reddened face. He was amazed by her smile and seeing that she was reaching her hand out to shake hands with him, he could not help but smile back at her. "A-And don't worry about the bump, it is almost healed."

He opened the box to see what she had made him. The punk could not deny his love for food and the way she had prepared it for him, made his heart beat faster again. "Thank you," he breathed.

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[A/N: Have I already mentioned how much I love this pairing :'D ?]