Warning: Minor language and some suggestive dialogue.

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It's been a year since that night and I've already forgot his name. Every passing day the night seems more like a dream than anything.

"Miss Arisawa, what would you say about this?"

I return my gaze back into the classroom. The teacher's eyes were on me expectantly. I look around for any sign of answer.

"Um…" Crap.

"E-excuse me. I don't mean to intrude, but I am to inform you that you have a new addition to your class room."

When do we not?

My eyes move to the doorway. A lady disappears into the hallway, and in exchange, a male steps into the room.

"Oh." The teacher blinks and looks up at him. She beams, "Welcome. If you would, it's a classroom tradition to write our names on the board."

Without much of a response, he takes a stick of chalk and pulls it along the board.

"Thank you Mr. …Hisagi."

I stiffen. What did she say?

"Hmmm…where's a seat… Ah, there. Sado, please raise your hand."

The large male that sits a few seats behind me raises his hand.

"Okay, Shūhei please sit by him."

He nods and walks down the isle. I glance past some of his spiky hair and at his face. Very similar, but I've failed to realize three parallel lines falling over his right eye. Perhaps I couldn't see them since the night was so dark. Maybe they're resent?

He doesn't look at anyone while he walks by and he sits two seats behind me.

What is he doing here?

I'm about to ask him my thoughts when I realize that maybe he's forgotten me. It's not like it matters; we're not friends. After all it was a year ago and I'm still debating if it was a dream or not.

For the remainder of the class, I try to restrain myself from turning around and yelling at him about why he would come just out of the blue.

The bell rings and the class piles out, while I stay seated, waiting for Shūhei to leave. He doesn't and after a moment it's hopeless, so I get up and walk to the door.

"You grew your hair out."

I pause. "Why are you here?" I inquire, not turning around.

"Kurosaki lost his powers. The town needed someone to watch over it. It was so happen that I was free and was sent here."

"No," I say finally spinning around to face him, "I mean -why are you at my school?"

"Long story."

"I'd love to hear it."

"I'll tell you later," he says, getting up and walking to the door behind me. He's about to pass when my hand is placed on his shoulder, causing him to stop. He looks down at me and raises an eyebrow.

I lift my hand and, with the back of it, stroke his cheek. His eyes read bewilderment at me, thinking how bizarre someone can act.

"Are you wearing... makeup?"

He reddens and quickly latches his hand around my wrist and pulls it away from his face. I look and see on his cheekbone the number '69' as well as a long horizontal gray band over it, reaching the bridge of his nose.

I stare for a second before bursting out in fits of laughter. His face flushes with irritation instead of embarrassment and puts his hand to the side of his face.

"Do you know what sixty-nine stands for?" I say through a chuckle.

He looks away.

He doesn't know!

"Well, besides that, why would you cover them up?"

"Have you seen a new student who's trying blend in with tattoos?"

I stare blankly at him. "New kid last year had them all over –according to his gym classmates, anyways."

He shakes his head and says, "I wouldn't be taken seriously."

"Lighten up a little, will ya'?" I say and exit the classroom.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"The roof; it's lunch."

I sit beside Ichigo without much though in the action, though now I feel their eyes on me, wondering why I decided to eat with then of all days.

"What brings you here?" the carrot top inquires with an eyebrow raised.

I jab my thumb behind me. "Thought I might introduce you to the new guy over lunch."

The others look at Shūhei, whom is paused at the doorway.

"You're friends with him already?" Ichigo asks, retrieving his eyes.

"Yeah, so," I elevate my voice so Shūhei can hear, "I'd like you to meet-"

"We've already met," he replies, approaching the group. He stops behind me, his shadow draping over us.

"Who knew you'd be the popular type," I joke, stifling a laugh. "And you can sit down, you know."

He does a few feet away from the group. I roll my eyes and open a container of a few seafood dishes. I take my chopsticks and poke around in it, clearing feeling a pair of eyes on the movement. I turn my head at the newcomer.

"You hungry?" I ask, kind of annoyed that he wouldn't speak up.

He blinks then denies that he is. I sigh and bring the noodles to my lips and inhale the scent. I open my mouth, but don't bite down, since I feel his gaze once again. I nearly snap the chopsticks in half in irritation. I shake it off and take my the container and hand it to him. He hesitantly takes it into his hands and doesn't say anything.

"Eat it," I say as I hand over my chopsticks to him.

"What is it?" he asks.

"Champon*, now eat it before I change my mind!"

He quickly takes a taste it and looks at it funny.

"How is it?" I inquire.

He begins to nod in approval until his face becomes visibly green.

"N-not good?" I ask uneasy and slightly worried that he can throw up.

He becomes greener and puts a hand over his mouth.

Don't tell me he's going to-!

He forces himself to gulp down and then he slides the food back to me.

"I take it you don't like it," I say defeated.

He shivers and crossed his arms over his chest. He turns his head away and groans out, "Who can eat sea urchins?"

"For one, I do, and second, you can at least thank me for the offering you some!" I yell at him.

"Thanks for making me sick."

"Why I oughta'-!"

"Tatsuki," Ichigo says, placing a hand on my shoulder. I growl and jerk my shoulder away from his grasp. I quickly clean up and place the container in my lunch bag. I storm away from the group, pissed off at Hisagi.

He just got here and already getting on my nerves. Who the hell does he think he is?

I stop down to class and enter the vacant room. I take my notebook out and set it on my desk and sit down. I wait for class to begin, but time goes by so slow. I blew it! I mentally screamed at myself. I slam my head on the table and grumble to myself.

I can't wait until school's over.

* = Champon: made by frying pork, seafood and vegetables (I don't actually know if it has sea urchins, but let's say it does) (and according to wiki, shu hates sea urchins)

Any thoughts?

If that's all then...

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