This is a Sakamoto Fanfic. I do not own it nor any other anime/manga mentioned.

It was a normal day, or as normal as it can be with Sakamoto as a classmate. Mitsumi sat in her seat just before the fangirls stormed in a hurry to see Sakamoto, the alien perfectionist. Every girl in the class had a massive crush on him and a couple of boys too. Mitsumi couldn't blame them, Sakamoto was good-looking and that was an understatement. But he was too perfect at everything.

Personally, it gave Mitsumi the creeps cause no human could be so perfect so in her mind, Sakamoto was secretly an alien who came to take over earth. Yeah, her imagination was pretty bland and ordinary. She watched as Aine, the class "beauty", tried to seduce Sakamoto.

Mitsumi almost burst out laughing at every failed attempt she made, from using her body to cooking. But she hid it in. Mitsumi wasn't very popular like Aine or anyone really. She was a background person, not even the bullies or teachers noticed her. Either way, she was similar to her cousin, Kuroko, who had the similar lack of presence. It was too bad that he had gone all the way to Tokyo with the rest of the family.

Luckily, Imayoshi-senpai had a family member who agreed to watch (Hah!) out for her for a favor.
Mitsumi wasn't his biggest fan, but she didn't mind him compared to Imayoshi- senpai's distant cousin, Sasuke, who would have been staying with her if the other family member didn't volunteer. She snorted at the thought.

Yeah right, they couldn't stand each other at all, with his emo, egoistic attitude, and her stubborn will. His boyfriend, Naruto, was a wonder for her. Sasuke couldn't stand her, but could apparently stand Naruto, who was at least twice as stubborn as her!

Mitsumi was brought out of her thoughts as the scared squealing of Aine, Yagi, and another girl who she forgot the name of, alerted her to the fact that school had ended hours ago. The girls were so into the game they were playing, hadn't even noticed her as she left with a sigh, not noticing Sakamoto's stare, so used to being ignored or unnoticed. Sakamoto's glasses glinted.

The next morning, Mitsumi had resigned herself to another day of being looked over. However, it seemed as though Sakamoto had other plans.