A/N: I know this chapter is short, but I promise further ones will be longer. This is my first fan fiction and I want to test the waters with it. Please let me know how the story is, and if you'd like me to continue!

Climbing up the stairs of Shujin Academy never felt as arduous than it did today. The trip to the third floor made my arms feel like brittle twigs under the weight of the two large bags of soil. My legs also yearn for a break after the climb up the three flights of stairs. If it were any other day, I would've carried these at my own pace, spending the evening in the rooftop of the school attending to the garden, but today I was pressed for time. My planned fiance had called me moments prior asking to meet with me. Though every bit of me wants to refuse his offer, my father swears Sugimura is the best candidate for my hand in marriage, and enforces any time spent together.

Sugimura is a talented and wealthy young man. A businessman and an up and coming politician. He is brilliant, he is charming, he is handsome, he is confident. Sugimura is everything a woman could love, but he hid more behind the mask he fronts. Sugimura is well aware of what he is and what power he holds, and he uses all of his traits mercilessly. I fear my life when we are truly wedded. My skin shivers at the thought of his unwanted touch on my body.

"Excuse me, need help?" a quiet, yet strong voice asks, breaking me from my thoughts. I turn towards the sound of the voice. A few steps below me is a tall bespectacled boy, with hair resembling that of a black sheep's wool. His eyes are as black as the Shujin uniform he wears. I don't know what it is about him, but he exudes a mysterious, yet comforting air. Slung to his shoulder is a school bag, with a slight opening to it. I can't say I know everyone at this school, but he is by far the only face I have never seen before.

I give a polite smile, and shake my head. Though I could use the help, I can't burden someone I have never met. "Thanks for the offer, but I will be fine," I turn back, prepared to continue the climb. Unfortunately, while I am prepared to ascend, my legs aren't. I feel my right leg buckle in on itself, and sends me forcibly take a knee, trying my best to not fall forward. The suddenness of the misstep caused my wrists to ache as if they were hit with hammers, and I close my eyes, fighting back tears. I hear a few steps climb up, and the weight in my arms is halved. I open my eyes briefly, to see the boy has taken one of the bags of soils in his arms. He gives a smile and sets the bag aside, offering his hand to me. I let the bag rest on the stairs and took his hand. His hands are callused, yet warm and inviting. I am back on my feet, with the help of the boy. I can't help but let a grateful smile escape as I pick my bag up once more. I proceed to climb the stairs of Shujin, heading toward the rooftop. He carries the other up and follows me up.

At the rooftop, I place the bag near the garden beds the club had set up. The boy places the other on top of where I left the first. I look up at the boy and give him another smile. "You have my thanks," I politely state, giving him a little bow.

He returns the smile and rubs the back of his head, "It's no trouble." He turns to look at the garden bed and looks back at me. "Is this a garden?" he asks.

"Yes," I enthusiastically respond. It's been a year now, and I have been tending to this garden almost everyday I can. This school year will be no different. Gardening is almost a break from the business world I seem to be enveloped in. I look at the beds, knowing no seeds have been planted yet, and look back at the sheep haired boy, "Though nothing is ready to be planted in the beds." The boy nods, seeming to understand. I hadn't had much time to think about it, but he was a bit attractive, in a mysterious way.

In the pocket of my P.E. sweats I feel my cellphone vibrate. "I'm sorry, I have to take this," I state as I head to the staircase. I take out my cellphone and stand at the threshold of the exit. Sugimura, I must be late. When I pick up, I hear the powerful voice of Sugimura, "I'm out front, hurry up Haru." The call ends before I can apologize to him. I put the phone back in my pocket, running down the staircase. I pass by a blonde, wild haired boy, who appears to be climbing up the staircases toward the rooftop. I take a brief moment to think, are other students allowed on the rooftop?