A/N: Okay, everyone, this is the new story that I promised. There will be one more chapter for "Party Time", so don't worry too much about it! I really like this plot that was requested, and I hope you all do, too!

13-year-old Satoshi Mochida stepped into his homeroom classroom for the year. He was unnaturally excited for school, ready for the upcoming semesters and seasons that every new grade brought. Satoshi had to bet that no one else could've felt this way as he walked farther in, taking in all that the room offered. Not much, but he was content.

"It's about time, dude!" A bleach-blonde boy scoffed, running in after him. "You stood there for ages." He laughed, putting his hand on his hip. The other pre-teen smiled, his gray eyes studying the weary brunette. The boy had to admit- he was shy, so when the stranger looked at him, he felt a little sick with nervousness.

"Yeah, sorry..." Satoshi quietly apologized, his gaze falling to the floor. How could people be so forward? He didn't understand. The other yawned, covering his mouth with his hand, mockingly. Afterwards, he outstretched his arm.

"Kishinuma Yoshiki. Nice to meet ya, dweeb." The blonde greeted, quite rudely, for that matter. This wasn't Satoshi's first year here or anything, but obviously, he was going to have some new peers.

"Mochida Satoshi. Hi." He shook his hand. It was cold, like he'd been handling ice. The brunette gave the boy a puzzled look, but Yoshiki didn't seem to notice. He retracted, turning around to find a desk. You could sit anywhere you'd like, but you'd probably be switched, anyway. Satoshi picked a desk a row from the front, not wanting to attract too much attention. He sighed, thinking more about his blonde classmate. He seems like trouble, someone he wouldn't hang out with. Interrupting his thoughts, another brunette with similar hair length came barreling through the door, beads of sweat collecting on her head.

"I beat you, Seiko!" She called into the hallway, clumsily heading for a desk.

"How reckless..." Satoshi murmured. The girl had somehow heard Satoshi, as she was directed from her previous route towards him.

"Happy first day of school, too, judge!" She laughed. The brunette was laid-back, not too disturbed by his comment. Satoshi smiled, admiring the way she kept her cool despite his rudeness. He realized he had no right to judge, so he apologized. She pulled up a chair from another desk, it facing the opposite direction of his desk. The girl sat on it backwards, leaning her arms on the backrest. "It's fine... Hey, you look... familiar."

"Really?" He asked. Satoshi was sure he'd seen her around, too.

"Yeah, I just can't remember why. Nakashima Naomi, 8th grade!" She chirped, laughing a bit.

"Mochida Satoshi, same." He joked. Naomi giggled, making the boy smile. She had a pretty smile, one to light up a room. Suddenly, another girl bustled in.

"Naomi, no fair! I was called out for running!" She yelled from the door, the curls on either side of her face bouncing as she strolled over.

"Oh, whatever!" Naomi playfully complained. Her friend stood beside Naomi, forcing the duo to glance upwards to look at the girl. She had a mischievous grin, honey colored eyes, and high cheekbones.

"Who's this? Your boyfriend?" The girl cackled. "Why haven't I met him?"

"S-Seiko! I don't even know him!" Naomi protested, becoming flustered. She stood from the chair to her level. "Can you just... not?"

"Aw, Naomi, you need someone in your life!"

"Stop!" She huffed, scooting away from Satoshi's desk. He curiously watched, the brunette giving him a dirty stare. His eyes widened, a bit intimidated by her act. "Bye." She bit, leaving for the other side of the classroom where she began chatting with her friend and some other students. Satoshi sighed, rummaging around in his backpack at the floor. He thought he brought a book, but he was wrong. He lazily sat there, his head resting in his palm. Again, someone came up.

"I didn't do anything." Satoshi said, not looking up.

"I don't care if you did or didn't." A female voice sang. He finally decided to see who it was. That girl with the curls, once more.

"Huh?"

"Shinohara Seiko, giving you permission to get with my girl!" She laughed. Satoshi blushed and frowned.

"It-It's not-not at all l-like that!" He stammered, crossing his arms. "I don't know her!"

"Yeah, well, love at first sight, right?"

"No..."

"Whatever!" Seiko skipped off. Satoshi buried his face in his arms. He didn't feel so confident anymore. The teacher finally arrived, humming as she casually walked in.

"Good morning, students! Shiori-sensei, to you all! Take your seats!" The woman instructed. Everyone bolted for an open desk. "Ah, well, seating charts, though..." She said, sitting at her own place. The 26-year-old glanced over her roster and began taking attendance in no particular order.

"Nakashima Naomi?"

"Here!"

"Kishinuma Yoshiki?"

"Here."

"Shinohara Seiko?"

"Hiya!"

"Shinozaki Ayumi?"

"Present, Shiori-sensei."

"Suzumoto Mayu?"

"Yes?"

"Sakutaro Morishige?"

"I'm here..."

"Mochida Satoshi?"

"Here." He raised his hand like everyone else. A couple more names.

"Okay, everyone! We're all here. Welcome back, 8th graders. Shiori-sensei, like I said, 7th and 8th grade language." And so on. Introductions were a drag, as they lasted all morning. Schedules, supply lists, things like that. No one even suspected that time had marched on, the first school-year lunch period was about to start.

"Sensei, we're off!" A girl with two dark blue pigtails said as we were out the door. Shinozaki Ayumi, planning to run for class rep, as everyone says. We scrambled to the cafeteria in the middle of the building, everyone racing for tables and spots in the lunch line. Luckily, Satoshi remembered to bring his lunch today. He spied around for a place no one was occupying, and found many. However, they were just the gaps between groups of friends. He didn't want to sit somewhere and make it awkward, but he had to. Satoshi slowly shuffled along side the tables, trying to kill as much time as he could.

"Mochida!" A voice called over the crowed. It was Yoshiki. "Over here, dweeb!"

"Mochida?" Another asked from behind. It was Naomi. "Do you want to sit with us? I see Kishinuma already inviting you, but I'd be a little freaked out if someone was yelling out for me." She smiled, giggling a bit. Seiko was already at the table, so her harassment was avoided. Her kindness was almost suspicious, but Satoshi decided to go along.

"Ah, well, I'll go with you..." He decided. Satoshi had friends, it's just they weren't too close to him. Last year and those before, they all had to sit within homerooms. He always wanted the freedom to chose where to sit, but now that he did, he was wishing that it could change. Naomi led him to a table almost excluded from the others, but there were still beings inhabiting it.

"Heya, dweeb!" Seiko beamed, then gave Yoshiki a high five. Ayumi sighed and shook her head.

"You two are so immature. Sorry, Mochida."

"It's fine, thanks." He assured her. Ayumi grinned brightly, scooting over to let him sit. Satoshi noticed this, but some part of him only wanted to stay with Naomi, although he barely knew her.

"Naomi! Sit next to Seiko!" The other girl cried. The brunette obeyed. Satoshi ended up sitting next to the class representative candidate, feeling fine with it. The two at the end of the tables put together waved.

"Suzumoto Mayu, and this is Shige-nii!" The girl greeted. She had to pink pom-pom beads in her hair that held up a small ponytail.

"Uh, Sakutaro Morishige." The boy corrected. The girl laughed.

"Nice to meet you all." Satoshi said, beaming. "Mochida Satoshi." They all began laughing and talking away again, starting a conversation that left the brunette out for a minute or so. He didn't mind, as he was given time to think. Maybe this would be the beginning of something special...

A/N: Alright, that's all for right now! Tell me what you think, okay?