Kenta and Haruki stepped out of the building, caught in the flood of students leaving the campus. Their friend, Masaru, was already on the sidewalk, boarding his bicycle. Lucky him, being as active and limber as he was, he had been able to bypass the mass of bodies.
"Bye, Masaru!" the girls called after him. He merely waved as he took off down the road, peddling away.
Haruki smiled and she and Kenta began to walk in the other direction. Haruki was a very laid-back, pampered, well-mannered girl. She was never rude or disruptive; she was the teacher's pet and well liked throughout the school. Her friend, however, was another story. Kenta was the complete opposite: a foul-mouthed, temperamental, bully-fighting athlete. If there was any action around Katsuragi High that involved fists, Kenta was more than likely in the middle of it.
A few blocks away, Haruki's smile broadened. She turned to Kenta. "Kenta, what do you think the new student will be like? Cute? A scholar? A prankster? I hope he's like Masaru..."
"Who knows? Let's just hope he does a better job of saving his ass than Masaru did," Kenta shrugged, then began to laugh. "Remember that first day? That was fucking hilarious - "
"Oh, please stop cussing. You know I don't like it..."
Kenta grunted, laughter gradually ceasing. "Ah..."
A pause. Then Haruki started again, "What do you think he'll be like?"
She shrugged. "Let's hope he's better tempered and more good-looking than these other guys around here. I'd actually like to meet someone - some guy - who can tolerate and like me for who I am, for once."
Haruki smiled, looking at her friend. Kenta was a hard person, but there was a secret lover inside her troubled soul; Haruki knew it was there, it was just a matter of revealing it. "Maybe he'll be the one. Who knows?"
Kenta scoffed softly. "Yeah... Who knows..."
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