Disclaimer: As much as I want to fucking object to this crap, I don't own Tekken. This is my first fanfic in this site so your criticisms would be appreciated for me to do better in the future. I totally didn't expect to take a liking of this pairing at first but somehow, a fanfic enlightened me and yeah, this shit happened. Let's start, shall we?

Xiaoyu let out a heavy sigh as she erased the Japanese characters of the blackboard, hand moving right, left, right, left—

She was so devastated, she didn't know why. To be honest, she's always devastated for her whole damn life and it's because of this stupid feeling she developed for this very undeniably handsome yet hurtfully oblivious British classmate of hers.

His swept back shiny blonde hair slightly reaching down his shoulders she wanted to run her hand through, his ice blue eyes that she fell for, his perfectly curved flesh of lips she wanted to feel, his broad shoulders she desired to grip on. The name of the boy—no, man she fell for was Steve Fox.

The one and only man who helped her through thick and thin, who she admired, who she adored, who she desired to be with from a long time ago. Thinking about him already enough drove her insane, let alone meeting him face to face. There's just ONE thing restrained her from getting him.

Julia Chang. A very beautiful Native American exchange student in her class and rumoured to be dating with the Chinese girl's crush, which was true from the way they held onto one another's hands and exchanged kisses sickeningly lovey-dovey.

Usually, Xiaoyu wasn't a person to bear grudge but still, it hurts to see the one you love with another person that suddenly came into the picture. Her grip on the duster tightened as irritation crept into her heart. Her eyebrows furrowed and a small angry frown decorated her rosy lips, unacknowledged the chalk already wiped from the blackboard.

What made him so drawn to her like an obedient puppy to its owner? Is it because I'm short? Or is it because I'm not pretty? Or that because I was so stupid? Or because I'm an Asian and he's not interested in Asi—

She stopped her activity at the sound of the classroom door sliding, startling slightly. Xiaoyu whipped her head to see who is it, who's none other than the Mishima Polytechnics' favourite redhead (and hotheaded) Korean, also known as Mister All-Nothing-But-Trouble. Hwoarang.

She turned on her heels to fully face him, leaning herself against the wall near the blackboard she did earlier. Crossing her arms over her chest as she's regarding him with such seriousness, she spoke, "what do you want this time, Hwoarang?"

The asked Korean mimicked her posing on the door with his trademark smirk creeping on his face, he replied, "it's been a while, isn't it, Xiaoyu?"

"So, that's why you searched for me?"

A shrug from Hwoarang was her answer and she sighed, changing her position to backface the scenery before their sights as she putting her elbows on the rooftop railing to support her weight.

"This ridiculous bet is you to have sex with her? Funny," Xiaoyu snorted, her eyes bored on the floor beneath them as if it's the most interesting thing in the world to stare at. Her ears were greeted by a shaky, frustrated sigh from the tall redhead.

She raised her eyebrows, turning her head to him as she voicing out, "is it really that serious for you, Hwoa?"

"Yes, it did," Hwoarang replied, voice flat. "In fact, she's more than that." he continued. "Since when did the Fuckboy Hwoarang have a crush on a nerd?" Xiaoyu teased and earned a scowl from him. The redhead straightened his body, arms falling on his sides as he faced her, with gaze filled with determination. He said, "be my girlfriend."

Hearing the question—cut that, statement, the Chinese girl widened her round eyes in horror and immediately regained her posture. "Yes, it's not a question but an order," he added, backing the girl before himself against the railing with his strong arms blocking her sides.

His fringes tickling her pale skin so did his warm breaths. "By the way, I didn't mean it to be romantic," the Korean whispered in her ears before taking a step back and shoving his hands into the pockets casually. Taking a breath and thinking to catch what he said, finally, she understood. "You mean... you and me as a fake couple?"

"Yeah..." Hwoarang muttered yet audible enough for her to hear. "What's the catch?" she crossed her arms, tapping her shoe, eager to hear his next words. "You'll get your boy and I'll get my girl—simple." he emphasized the last word with a tongue clicking.

Xiaoyu sucked in her cheeks hesitated. However, knowing the Korean, he definitely wouldn't take a no as an answer whether it's against her liking or not. "Fine." she nodded in agreement, firm yet uninterested. "Nice to do business with ya, Ling. See you tomorrow." the redhead winked, turning on his heels as he left.

The Chinese closed her eyes, feeling the breeze teasingly touched her and she began to walk back to her home in a rather slow pace. She lifted up her eyelids when a thought came across her head, what on the Earth did I just agree to get myself into? Oh my God...