Author's Note: Well, this chapter definitely wasn't supposed to happen.

"So, what happened back there?" Takeru asked as causally as he could. He was having a little trouble keeping up with Hikari as they made their way to their next class. He didn't know if she was really in a hurry or if she just wanted to get away from the others - and quite possibility him too. Throughout the remainder of lunch, she had determinately avoided his gaze and the dark blush that tainted her cheeks hadn't disappeared at all. No-one had answered when he asked about what had happened earlier. And no matter how many times he had tried to start a conversation or crack some lame joke to ease the tension, they all refused to respond, choosing instead to stare down at their food and let the silence stretch on. Other than Koushiro (who was ignoring everyone as usual), the only half way normal one had been Yamato. But his brother had been smirking away as if he had won the lottery or something, and seemingly took a great deal of joy in his confusion if his triumphant glances at Taichi were any indication. It was, without a doubt, the most awkward meal he had ever sat through.

"Nothing," she practically squeaked.

"Really? Because you kind of look..." he trailed off as he glanced at her flaming face, yellow shirt and the green sneakers she had decided to wear that day. Like a traffic light, he wanted to say. "... very weird."

"Nothing happened."

He leaned against the lockers and watched as she hastily took out the books she needed and slammed her locker door shut. Again, she was looking everywhere but him.

Well, if things were awkward already he really couldn't make them worse, right?

"Hiakri, you want to go to the movies or something this weekend?" he asked. "Just the two of us, I mean," he added in case she thought this was a general invitation for everyone.

Hikari actually dropped the notebook she was holding.

She looked up at him in alarm and her eyes widened in shock. All the colour drained from her face, and for a second, he thought that she was going to collapse. Hurriedly looking around, she clamped a hand over Takeru's mouth. "Don't ever ask me out," she whispered before speeding down the hall.

"Uhh..." Takeru didn't think he had ever felt so completely and thoroughly confused in his entire life.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I'm still deciding whether or not to continue with this. It's marked as 'Complete' for now because an update (if any) won't come for a while.