A/N: Ah, since I got a few messages about it, I will say here that I made Hibiya rich and Hiyori less so because I thought it would be interesting to write it that way..! I understand that in canon, it's rather the other way around…? Or at least Hibiya is a country boy and Hiyori is a city girl so…

Well, either way, this is an AU so… I hope these changes are alright. 3 hours until Konoha no Sekai Jijou episode…!

I can admit, I suppose, that some could call this type of girl I am 'materialistic' or 'selfish' but I like to think of it more as a defensive mechanism. Though honestly, it's just me being me, and if anyone has a problem with it then they can shove it back where it came from.

But I mean hey, some people find it cute.

My idol, for example.

"Hiyori, I can't believe you can stand this place!" She laughed a beautiful laugh as Hibiya growled at her from across the table. His glare hardened when she didn't stop talking, "If you ever went to my school, I bet you'd be the cute popular one, not this grumpy little fusspot over here."

"Auntie, that's enough. You can go now."

I kicked him under the table. One does not simply address the Momo Kisaragi using such rude, casual terms. He yelped and was about to speak, but I went back to watching the idol resumed scribbling out her incredibly detailed signature.

As for why she was at my school?

Momo grinned, ruffling my nemesis' messy hair. "Aww, you're just jealous because Hiyori still won't talk to you."

"Sh-shut up! It's none of your business!"

Well, you see, I don't think I've told you but I assumed if you lived here you'd already know.

Hibiya Amamiya is the heir to a massive record company – known as 'Mekakucity Records' – and my idol (everyone's idol, let's face it) just so happened to be their star performer.

But why is she here, you may ask? Fine, if I must, let's take this back a couple of steps.

"Hiyori, listen." He cornered me at my locker at the end of another particularly boring school day with a teddy bear thrust out towards me. What a weirdo. "Let's make a peace offering, okay?"

"No. You're gross. I don't like you." Of course I wasn't being immature. He deserved it.

He pushed the plush at me, "No, Hiyori, please. I have an image to uphold now but… you're still important to me. You always have been."

"Ugh. Please get lost." Guess who valued his own reputation over me? Even if I didn't hate him, I wouldn't go for a guy like that. Thank you, Hibiya, I'm flattered. So very much so.

His eyes seemed to fall at that, and he placed the bear on the floor. God, now he got the bear dirty, does he have no common sense? "Look… Hiyori, I…"

"I don't want to hear it."

"But, Hiyori!"

"No. I don't want to talk to you." I turned away from him, fully intending to ignore him. Him and his stupid messy hair and his stupid height difference and stupid ability to switch from monster to innocent child and back again.

"… is there anything you really like?" I didn't respond but despite this, he continued, "Uh, what about you give me a hint and I stop bothering you until you get what you want? Just like old times?"

"I'd say I like cute things but you have no taste." I rolled my eyes, I'd give him that but this would be the last time I'd ever want to willingly speak to that jerk. "And I like Momo Kisaragi."

"What? What's Momo got to do with anything-"

"Bring her to school, and then we'll talk."

I had meant it as a passing remark at the time, but soon I would learn to love and fear the power that was the stupid country boy now rolling records.

I mean, as if you could convince a busy celebrity to come to a dingy old private school just to convince a girl to talk to you.

As if that was a big enough problem to call in one of the leading singers in the country to help you out.

But as you know now, he did just that.

"What have you done with Hiyori?"

Konoha stopped in his tracks as his usually peppy classmate bounded up to him in the courtyard, agitated. There was no-one else around so he assumed the girl was intending to speak to him.

Or fight him, considering her darkening expression and clenched fists as he turned to make eye contact.

"… um, what do you mean?"

Ene – that was her name, if he remembered correctly – frowned, tugging on her bag strap awkwardly. "Oh, you know exactly what I mean. She thinks you're perfect. She won't stop talking about you and it's driving me insane!"

"Ah…" He blinked slowly. "Hiyori is a nice girl."

"Yes, I know that- whoa, whoa, you're on first name basis now?!" The girl's sharp stare intensified. He had thought she was jealous at first, since confrontations about himself and Hiyori have happened often with other girls, but it just seemed like this girl was angry with him. "Since when?"

Konoha shrugged. "She insisted."

"Do you not ever think for yourself?!" Ene narrowed her eyes, but he didn't find it anything but a little endearing.

"I guess not."

"God, you're so stupid!"

He watched her throw a tantrum for a minute or so before he spoke up again. "If it bothers you so much, should… I leave Asahina alone?"

"Yes. Please do. Please never talk to us again."

"Us…?"

"Uh, well, if you hadn't noticed… I don't particularly like you?"

"You don't?"

"You want me to spell it out for you?" She stomped her prosthetic leg, pigtails flailing. "I hate you."

"Oh." There was a brief pause, before Konoha reached for the small girl and squished her cheeks between his palms. "Marry me?"

"W-WH-WHAAAAAAT?!"

So Hibiya had got some guts. Like, literally, how can one person be so… smothering? Annoying? … disgusting? I wasn't even his friend! He didn't ever treat his friends like this anyway.

Brat. Stupid. Rich-ass kid. Trust it to be him who's paying my tuition too – ugh, I won't go into detail but let's just say my mother is a very compliant person.

She's practically in love with Hibiya anyway, and I know she totally wants us to get together. Um, no? News flash. Ma, I don't like him. I never did. But enough about that.

When I walked out of my house this morning, I suppose I didn't expect anything much. Just a typical day where I had to step out and endure the torment inflicted via my childhood friend because he thinks that's how to win me over. Fun, really.

I supposed there were some merits, but in the end, he wasn't treating me like a princess (I mean, hell, that's all I need, okay?) – he was treating me like a cheap girl who would be bought over easily by gifts and tricks and the like. No, I was not that kind of girl, even if many believed it.

I kept the bear though. The bear is important. It led me to meeting Momo Kisaragi and I will cherish it forever.

Even if Hibiya the asshole got it dirty by putting it on the floor, god, why would you even do that?

But all things aside, this was taking it just a little overboard.

"Um, excuse me?"

"You'll be riding with me to school from now on! Isn't that great, Hiyori?" Hibiya stepped out of the limousine in front of my house, pulling off his sunglasses. I really should've just made a run for it, but I was way too shocked at the time.

"Y-you…! Why the-?" I grimaced. "No."

"Hiyori, come on." He shot me a serious look then, "We made a deal."

"There was none of this," I gestured towards the car and the flowers on top of it. Was that a figurine of me- "Involved in any sort of deal."

"You said we'd talk. We can talk in the car." Hibiya gave me a hopeful smile, holding out his hand. "That okay?"

I ignored the hand but got in the car; people were starting to get curious and if this was to be habit, I sure didn't want any more impudent rumours about me being spread. God, people have no lives.

"Well, fine, you earned that much. But don't expect this to happen often." I quipped as soon as he re-entered the car, signalling the chauffeur to take us to school. "What on earth could you even want to talk about?"

"You like Konoha, right?" Yeah, but like, doesn't everyone? Even you hang out with that gorgeous being, so don't you use that accusing tone on me, mister.

"So what if I do?"

"You don't have a chance with him." He seemed smug for a moment, before I replied sharply.

"And you don't have a chance with me."

"Ouch."

"Yeah, ouch."

The ride to school was filled with trivial conversation (see above), and it seemed like he was holding something back. And since it wasn't the CDs or the pancakes or the hot chocolate, I didn't know what else he thought was necessary to give me.

It was easily the quickest I had ever gotten to school, but I swear the driver must have run a few red lights. I was certain the ride had been long and boring with Hibiya of all people, and my mind must have just been muddling up the time.

Before we exited the car, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Hey Hiyori, do you want to hear a secret?"

Of course, I said "No."

Then I walked out to face a red carpet leading into the school gates and a chocolate fountain spelling out my name.

Oh my god. He didn't.