Tomoyo ignored the blatant stares and hushed whispers as she headed towards the student council office. She thought she'd gotten used to the unwarranted attention by now, but the steady increase of gossip and the unrelenting questions just left her exasperated. Fighting the urge to glare at the two girls who were eying her whilst giggling, Tomoyo turned a corner. Still unsafe from the eyes of her peers, she was greeted again by knowing smiles and excited murmurs. Glad she had the self-control of a monk, Tomoyo tried her best not to run off towards her destination. The student council office was just a few meters away and within it, she would finally be free of the prying public.

Reaching for the handle, she slid the door open, slipping herself in without so much as a greeting. She released a relieved sigh at the resounding shut that reached her ears.

"Is something the matter, Daidouji-san?"

Tomoyo's eyes darted towards the voice. She wouldn't exactly call their office large, but it was spacious enough to house the entire student council. It housed several work cubicles for the staff, and one main table by the glass window that oversaw the school. Her eyes met the pair landed on the lone figure in the room, hands busy signing documents. His gaze never left the scribbles he was making on the pristine parchment. She let out a quiet breath.

"It's nothing, Hiiragizawa-san. Nothing at all."

It wasn't as if Tomoyo hated Eriol, but she didn't particularly like him either. Sure he was hardworking and charismatic as a leader, and those were things she admired him for. She also knew that Sakura and Syaoran had a lot of respect for Clow's reincarnation. But that was about it. He was always just another acquaintance, another passing face. She was never the type to engage people she didn't find particularly interesting, and he wasn't exactly the talkative type either. This was about as much as they would interact in school.

"Then why have you been standing there for one minute, eleven seconds and counting, just staring at me?"

Tomoyo blinked, now aware of the dark gray orbs eying her curiously. The signature polite smile he always adorned was plastered on his face yet again. She couldn't help but notice how the setting sun emphasized the intensity of his gaze, making the smile seem eerie and misplaced. "I apologize. Got lost in my thoughts for a moment."

Tomoyo headed to corner most cubicle, just a few feet from where Eriol sat. Pulling out the chair, she laid down some of the club reports she had collected. Apparently, as the vice president, her job was to summarize and review the budget proposals of each club, and present it as one holistic account to the president for approval. If she'd known it was this much work, she never would have accepted the position. She sighed. She was beginning to regret turning down the presidency. Perhaps it would have been easier to make all the decisions, instead of doing manual labor.

"Daidouji-san."

"Yes, Hiiragizawa-san?"

She watched him stare at her meaningfully, smile still in place. He said nothing, letting his eyes do all the talking. She sighed. She really didn't have time to engage in a pointless stare down. "It's really nothing Hiiragizawa-san."

Eriol propped an elbow on the table, leaning his chin against his palm. "I could sense your discomfort the moment you entered this room. There's something you wish to talk to me about, is there not?"

Tomoyo sighed once again. She seemed to be doing that a lot recently. "Hiiragizawa-san, I assure you, it's nothing of importance."

"I think I'm more than capable of being the judge of that." He leaned back against his chair, arms folding defiantly on his chest.

Glancing at the papers on her desk, Tomoyo closed her eyes. She needed to get all these done before sundown, but she had a feeling the bespectacled boy wouldn't leave her alone. He could be very pushy when it came to getting his way.

"Fine." Came her defeated tone.

Eriol leaned both his elbows on the table, resting his lips against intertwined fingers. He nodded for her to continue.

"To be honest…" She paused, tucking a lock of hair behind one ear. "I don't exactly know how to say it without sounding… Ridiculous."

Eriol's eyebrows rose in interest. After all, it wasn't every day that one Tomoyo Daidouji would admit to feeling something akin to insecurity. "I promise I won't laugh." He wanted to roll his eyes at the skeptical look she threw his way. "Just say it." He insisted.

"I'm bothered by the student body and their constant gossiping about the nature of our relationship."

Eriol and Tomoyo stared at each other in silence, neither willing to break eye contact.

"You can laugh now." She added begrudgingly.

Eriol leaned back on his chair, folding his arms on his chest once again. "I see."

Tomoyo raised an eyebrow, slightly irked at the lackluster response. "Don't you even find it weird that even the school paper has an article about us?" The amused chuckled that left his lips annoyed her.

"Why do you think people are so adamant about the two of us being in a 'secret relationship', Daidouji-san?"

"That's what I want to know."

"You honestly don't see it?"

Tomoyo narrowed her eyes in annoyance. The knowing smirk on his face made her want to throw something at him. "See what?"

"Potential." Eriol shrugged again, as if was the most obvious answer in the world.

This time it was Tomoyo's turn to fold her arms across her chest defensively. "Potential in what exactly?"

Eriol brought his hand to his chest, then gestured it towards Tomoyo.

She raised a brow at his vague reply. "I ask again. Potential in what?"

"Us."

Tomoyo failed to stop herself from scoffing in disbelief and amusement. "In what way?"

Eriol looked at her patronizingly, shaking his head in disappointment. "Your lack of imagination astounds me."

Tomoyo scoffed again, but this time in annoyance. The cold polite mask was on her face in an instant. "This is a first. No one has ever taken a shot at my creativity before."

"Fashion and fiction are two very different facets of creativity, Daidouji-san." Eriol argued, his smile mirroring her fake one.

"Would such a wise mage care to enlighten me then?" Came her sarcastic tone.

"Gladly." Eriol nodded, choosing to ignore the insincerity of her request. "Starting with the obvious, we're both academically proficient, musically inclined, and are often given positions of leadership. You come from a wealthy family with a famous name to match. Though mine may not be as famous, I do not fall behind in terms of socioeconomic status." He paused to take a quick breath. "Aesthetically, we look similar. Not close enough to seem related, but just enough to make anyone mistake us for a couple. You have a lot of admirers, but have yet to set your eyes on a specific one. I have the same predicament. We're in the same social circle, and the only ones who remain unattached. So you see, to the general public, you and I are a 'match made in heaven'."

Tomoyo blinked, her wide-eyed gaze glued on the blue-haired wizard sitting across her. "You seem to have given this a lot of thought."

"I'll have you know that although the girls seem to gossip regularly, it's the guys that are the most obstinate. You'd be surprised what they do to me in the locker room."

Tomoyo tried to fight the blush that threatened to stain her cheeks. Guys being obstinate with Eriol in the bath? "I-I beg your pardon?"

"What kind of images are you flashing through your mind, Daidouji-san?" Eriol couldn't help but laugh at the expression on her face. "They just try to corner me and relentlessly bombard me with questions. Not that they ever succeed."

Tomoyo coughed to hide her embarrassment. She should really tone down her fascination with BL. "I see."

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Now do you see what I meant by 'potential'?"

Tomoyo shrugged, swiveling her chair back to face her desk so she could finally get started on her paper work. "To each his or her own I guess."

Eriol felt his eye twitch. He knew he shouldn't be offended, but the offhanded way the Daidouji heiress brushed off his rationale made him want to prove himself. "In other words, you don't see it."

Tomoyo scanned through the pages of the Judo club's monthly financial report, not bothering to offer the student council president a glance. "I think only outsiders would view it that way. I mean, in reality, it's not like we have any sort of chemistry."

"What makes you say that?"

Tomoyo sighed. She could sense that he was starting to be argumentative, but she really didn't have time for a subjective debate. "Hiiragizawa-san, you're not my type."

END of chapter one.

A short two or three part story. My contribution to the fandom! Just a bit of banter between these two amazing characters, who really should have been canon. I couldn't sleep because of the ideas so I just went on and wrote it. I'm honestly excited to see how this unfolds.

Constructive criticism is very much appreciated!