A/N: So, in my new college class this happens to me a lot, lol. There's this one guy I like but I can never talk to him so I figured, write it up in a fanfic. Please let me know what you think!

Kisama sat in the back of her college classroom. She had her headphones in her ears, playing some random song as she glanced through her newly bought book. It was her first week in Karakura University and right now, she was sitting in her English class.

Whenever the door opened, the little bit of movement would catch the woman's attention and cause her to look up. She would look right back down because no one interested her. The teacher walked in and smiled at the class before introducing herself before reaching into her bag and pulling out whatever she would need for the hour and fifteen minutes the students were there.

Kisama pulled her headphones out of her ears and turned off her IPod before putting it in her bag. She pushed some of her bangs out of her face before looking back at the front of the class. There was still about five minutes before class started when the door opened once again. Kisama's hazel eyes glanced to the door; she trained her eyes back to her book for a few seconds before they were drawn back to the door.

Coming in the door was a man, probably going on twenty. He was at least six foot with bright blue hair and matching azure eyes. The bright hair color made his tan skin glow under the lighting. The man glanced around the room, his eyes landing on Kisama for a second before the woman cast her eyes towards her desk.

What was wrong with her? She never did that. She was never shy or nervous about someone who she'd never met. She looked back up as the man walked towards the opposite side of the room. There was something about this man that made her heart pound and the butterflies erupt in her stomach. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the man sit down, she could see his handsome face. Kisama took in a deep breath before she turned her attention back to the teacher who was beginning her lesson.

Even though Kisama should have been focused on what the teacher was saying, her thoughts kept drifting back to the man. On the plus side, everything the class was doing Kisama had already done in her A.P. class.

"Oh, I forgot to call roll." The teacher said as she walked back behind her desk and searched through her papers to find the class roster.

"Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez." The woman said. The man with blue hair raised his hand.

"Here." His voice was deep and shook Kisama to the core.

"Kisama Kurosaki." The woman said. Kisama raised her hand.

"Here." She noticed her voice was rather quiet. The woman looked at her and smiled, apparently she noticed it too. The teacher continued through the roll and Kisama's mind wondered. The man sitting across the room from her was drawing her attention. She knew nothing about him and yet he was running around in her head. Kisama could almost guarantee that she was never going to get to know him because he made her feel so… bleh.

But…he was sure as hell some great ass eye candy.