You were late. Of course you were late; your alarm clock didn't ring, you burnt your toast, you missed the bus and you barely had time to shuffle your bag together nor put on your uniform. You could already imagine the class snears about you being late, and what the grumpy hag of a teacher you had would say. You stood there preparing yourself for the worst, you pushed the door open to see the teacher was in the middle of a boring lecture. His finger pointing out until he twisted his torso towards you so his finger was locked dead straight at you.
'Miss y/n.' He chuckled, 'late again are we?'
You let him mock you, as you looked upon the floor walking towards your seat yet you stopped when there were two feet laying on your perfectly clean table top. You looked up at the boy whose fat ass was consuming your chair, you gave him a mean glare.
'Move.'
He gave you a wide eyed look as if no one had stepped up to him like that before, yet he didn't scare you.
'Shouldn't pretty girls use manners?' He looked chuffed with himself,
'Shouldn't ugly street rats know terrority from terrority?'
The two of you glared at one another, you pushed his feet off your table and he stood up staring down at you with anger in his eyes by a smirk upon his face.
'Won't tell you again, move.' - 'Make me.'
You raised your hand to slap him full hard on his face, and he smirked at the hand before your name was hollered.
'Miss y/n, I do not want you disturbing my lesson anymore go take a damn seat somewhere else.'
You took the spare seat in front of him and you were pissed about it. To him you were just a toy so he continued to kick your chair and at the end of the lesson when the teacher had left you had turned around and slapped him as hard as you could to the point the red imprint of your hand was so bright it even hurt you slapping him that hard. You shook your hand in pain, he had stopped smirking and was glaring at you.
'Sucked in street rat,'
You hadn't seen him in a while. You had learnt his name from him missing attendance all the time, you didn't even know why you were thinking of him, it was a celebration for the new year and everyone was covering the streets in their beautiful kimonos in the moonlight.
You too had shared in the tradition, your kimono snug to your body and really you had no other plans tonight so you thought you would just walk around seeing the street food and that. Yet like usual the crowds swarmed and the hundred if not thousands of people crowding the area. You hated crowds and you were content with the idea of microwave ramen so much you turned around.
You took a short cut down one of the alleys, there were a few punks down there yet you could take them. You had walked passed them before they cat called you. One of them pulled you by your collar to the point you two faced each other.
'You wanna give me some? Kitten.' - 'I wanna give you a fucking breath mint that's what I want to do, your breath fucking stinks.'
Your head collided with the wall, he had thrown you hard to the point the floor spun and you were huddled in one corner trying to make things straight. You saw him pick up your collar.
'Touch her again I'll put you and your thugs in your early graves. She belongs to Valhalla.'
They scrambled, you trying to wipe away the blood while trying to piece what happened when you looked down at your hand you realised you were bleeding a lot. In a split moment you were in someone else's arms. You looked up to see a concerned Hanma looking down at you.
'What do you think you're walking alone? You're a pretty girl walking alone Y/n you idiot.' He cursed,
He didn't sound mad at you though, more that he was mad at himself that he wasn't there. You had brought yourself into reality as you stared up at him.
'Well then, you mind taking me home?'
He gave you a glare, and sighed,
'Just don't pass out, though you were tough.'
You glared and nodded, you told him you address and like a street prince he carried you all the way there and even once inside the small apartment he carried you all the way to the bed until he placed you on your side wrapping your blankets around you. He left for a moment, but came back with a bowel filled with water and a cloth. He got rid of the blood and patched your forehead up.
'Why are you doing this?' You yawned,
You were sleepy, yet you were kept awake by his fingers playing with your hair.
'You slapped me, this is my payback to make you feel bad.'
You let out a giggle, your hand like a weightless limb found itself upon his cheek as he stared at you.
'You care for me, don't you,'
You smiled and rolled in the bed to the point he was worried which made you giggle more.
'Hey,' you were passing in and out of consciousness to the point you had to continuously blink to keep yourself awake.
'Can we be... friends?'
Your eyes closed for the last time that night and your soft snores filled the air yet you knew he didn't leave, stayed by your side. You woke up the next morning to see him, he was asleep in the same position he was in last night and he would probably wake up with a sore neck or something which made you giggle.
You watched him wake up and in that moment you placed your legs either side of his face looking down at him as he sat almost between your legs looking up at you.
'Morning idiot.' He sighed,
You ruffled your hair with your hands, to the point his bangs were in his eyes before you swept it all to one side.
'Morning street rat, microwave ramen?'
He nodded your head and you jumped over him, to the kitchen holding ramen cups in your hand as you saw him just staring at you almost as if he wasn't there at all like he was daydreaming, and that's how the two most polar opposite people became friends over ramen cups.