Can Love Be This Sweet?

'Damn it, where is he?'

Hajime Hinata shivered as he entered the air-conditioned building. Though it was summer, it seemed as though the building hadn't caught up yet and was still stuck on winter.

"Welcome to the Future Foundation's Headquarters," the girl at the front desk greeted, "State your name and business you have for being here."

Hajime sighed, "Mukuro, it's me. Look, I kind of forgot my pass so-"

"No exceptions."

"Come on! We go to the same school!"

"I'm not going to get fired just because you can't-"

"Evening, Mukuro!" a blonde cheerfully waved as she walked past the security desk.

"G-good evening," the dark-haired girl stuttered.

"What?! How come she gets to-?"

"Miss Enoshima is one of the finest researchers in all of-"

The blonde hummed, "Say, haven't I seen you before?"

Hajime raised an eyebrow, "I don't think so."

"Nope, I've definitely seen you somewhere before."

"Hajime," Mukuro interrupted them, "I'll let you go, but don't forget your pass next time."

Hajime sighed in relief as he entered the elevator. Just as he was figuring which floor he needed to go to, someone had already pressed a button.

"Do you even know where you're going?"

"Not really, but I know who I'm looking for"

The blonde took out her glasses, "And who might that be?"

"Izuru Kamukura."

"Now, what does someone like you want with him?"

Hajime glared at her, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Izuru has never had a visitor before, so you can say I'm rather intrigued."

"So, you do know him. What floor is he on?"

DING

"It's this one, so you better hurry before the doors close."

'Just who exactly is she?'

Hajime walked behind the blonde. Her hair was held up by two teddy bear clips of some kind. Just how old was she? He's seen Hiyoko with animal clips in her hair, but at least she can pass off for someone still in elementary school. Hiyoko would probably kill him in his sleep if she could hear what he was thinking.

"So... Miss Enoshima-"

"I sound old when you call me that," she told him, "It's Junko."

"Junko," Hajime corrected, "what is it that you exactly do?"

"I can't discuss my job with someone I barely know. Besides, I don't know if you're a crazed fan of mine."

"I told you. I came to talk to Izuru-" he started before stopping at a door.

There was a large room with windows and blinds which Hajime assumed was the conference room. A white-haired boy was pouring water from a pitcher into several glasses. He seemed intensely concentrated on not spilling a single drop onto the papers next to the glasses. After placing the pitcher in the middle of the table, the boy looked up and noticed Hajime. Hajime's breath caught in his throat as he brought his hand up to wave at the mysterious boy. To Hajime's relief, the boy smiled and waved back at him.