fruits basket x yuki

1 Back to Japan

I hummed impatiently as I tapped my pencil against my desk. I shook my head and played with my papers as the girls in the class surrounded the prince. Miss Honda was swept away as the girls excitedly spoke.
I very easily ignored them as I folded my paper in various ways.
"Why aren't you flocking the prince?" A boy asked as he sat on my desk. I hardly glanced at him.
"Should I?"
"We'll, isn't he cute or something? Don't girls like that?"
I tugged on the paper and set down my now finished swan. I picked up another piece of paper.
"Sure, but it's not like I'm obsessed with him or anything. I think he's cute but I'm most certainly not going to talk to him."
"Would you prefer to hang put with me instead?"
I laughed as I looked up at the boy. He wasn't bad looking, just not my type. "Sorry hun, no can do. I have my standards."
He grinned at my banter. "Prefer guys with silver hair then?"
"Only if you have the looks to pull it off." I countered.
"What if that silver haired boy brought you morning coffee?"
"Milkshake." I bargained.
"What if a certain boy brought you a morning milkshake?"
"Then I might consider talking to said boy." I grinned and set aside my paper horse to interlace my fingers and rest my head on them.
"Vanilla or chocolate."
"Butterscotch."
"Deal. I'll see you tomorrow morning for our talk miss Akasha."
I laughed lightly as he returned to his seat to tell his buddies about his success.
I didn't think much of it as the tide of girls slowly returned to their seats as the bell rang.