Sorry for abandoning the other story, I really didn't like it after I looked back at it.

Alright, here's the first chapter. I don't know how long it will take for me to update each time but I'll try to do my best depending on how much feedback I get. This is just a prequel, I'm still trying to figure out how to even start on the second chapter. I hope you enjoy though!

I don't own anything except my OC

Somewhere along the line, the days started blurring together. After Nagisa and Karma started drifting apart, there was no real place to hang around. The rooftop where they hung around became deserted, the courtyard became a distant memory, the paths they took broke, and the music room... Oh god the music room. Her once safe haven turned into a hell of sorts.

"...ma-san"

When did it start? When did her joyous school life turn dark and bitter? It definitely wasn't because they fell into the pit known as Class E. It was before that. When her peaceful days began turning silent, when the most interesting sound became the wind. It was almost poetic, but she wasn't one to gush over literature.

Was there anything she could've done to help? Probably not. The two boys weren't childish, they knew what they were doing. Was it right though? They weren't self-righteous people, but that's probably why she stuck with them.

"...ayama-san"

It's not like she didn't have other friends, it's just that they were the most entertaining and relatable. She would forget her temper as soon as the redhead would throw the first punch. They were the weight that gravitated her to the real world.

"...Isayama-san"

There was someone else though. Most girls ought to have a similar female counterpart, and in her case it was Nakamura Rio. The odd girl reminded her of Karma, but less extreme. This one person had the same effect as the other two, possibly better, but she was gone too.

"...Isayama-san..."

Sooner or later, she would have to make a choice. She had time, but it wasn't long enough.

"Isayama-san"

Could she fix her mistakes? Would everything be placed back together seamlessly?

"Isayama Kazuha!"

A hand slammed down on the desk, startling fellow Class A peers as their attentions were redirected to the brown haired girl who quietly sat in front of the class. Her arms moved from under her head, abandoning their position as a makeshift pillow. The sleepless nights were catching up to her, but never at convenient times.

Tilting her head, she caught sight of dirty blonde hair and most importantly, the deathly glare he gave her. Hesitantly, she moved to fix her posture while attempting to stifle a yawn with her hand. Eyes of amethyst stared indifferently at the boy in front of her, amusement almost evident on her face.

"Can I help you... Asano?" Kazuha mumbled tiredly despite not having fallen asleep before his interruption.

"Your marks are dropping" he stated as if it was the most obvious thing. Kazuha sighed

"Right to the point I see..." she closed her eyes for a brief second, her brows furrowing slightly as she seemed to be thinking of something. Almost as quickly as it started, she opened them and was disappointed when Asano still stood in front of her.

"This is a big problem you know"

"Yes, it is" her dull response matched her expressionless face. Clearly irritated, Asano's glare seemed to intensify even more.

"There there, Asano-kun" another voice chimed in. If possible, Kazuha's mood worsened when she caught sight of certain classmates who had egos bigger than she could ever imagine "I'm sure Isayama-san just needs some nicer encouragement" Sakakibara Ren reasoned as he leaned closer than necessary beside the girl. His hand seemed to sneak its way to the ends of her hair, falling through the space between his fingers before being slapped away by Kazuha's own hands.

"Hands to yourself, Sakakibara" she scowled, glaring at the boy. Feeling no threat, he simply smiled

"Sorry, I can't help it when I see someone as amazing as you" Kazuha scoffed, completely averting her gaze back to the geniuses who seemed to have gathered around her desk to lecture her. She honestly questioned herself as to why she allowed herself to stay in this class or associate with certain people.

"Kekeke... You seem quite confident that you won't drop to Class E" Koyama snickered. Kazuha probably disliked him the most. He was loud, obnoxious and annoying, more so then the others.

"I wouldn't go that far" Tsuchiya commented this time. Was he defending her? She hoped not. "She's in the top ten, she couldn't drop that far that fast"

"Her English is awfully good too" Seo added. His hand moved to point at the book on her desk which lied face down in front of her. The cover of the book faced upwards as black English text stood out from its white background. "Don't you see all the books she reads? Half of them are in English"

Kazuha let out an annoyed groan. Shooting up from her desk, she grabbed her bag that was slung across her chair. She needed some alone time, anywhere away from them praising her. She could hear the underlying jealousy that laced itself in their mindless compliments. It was obvious they just wanted connections with future successors, it was the way the world worked.

"Where do you think you're going?" Asano questioned. If he listened closely enough, he would've heard Kazuha mutter a curse. Sometimes, she would believe that the source of all her problems sprung from him, but that was her temper talking. If only it was that easy.

"Anywhere away from here" she replied, trying to hide her annoyance before she decided to attack someone. She had never let her temper get the better of her, and she was sure she didn't want to start now.

She quickly grabbed her book and pushed past Sakakibara who was still trying to invade her personal space. She harshly bumped his shoulder, sending him the clear message to back away before quickly moving to the exit. Kazuha ignored the stares from other students. She didn't even glance back at the Five Virtuosos who probably felt like they wasted time. She hoped she wasted their time, cause they did waste hers.

Trudging through the halls was never fun. It was way too easy to attract attention, unwanted attention. Once you get good grades and consistently remain in the top rankings, being the best of the best, people start noticing you, especially at Kunugigaoka. It isn't always with admiration, sometimes it's with amazement or envy, but those at the top have already learned to ignore it. Kazuha ignored the glances she got from other students, mostly second years who idled around the hall with few third years and even fewer first years. She was completely on autopilot, unsure of where she wanted to actually go. Outside was out of the question, just as much as her classroom. She didn't really want to go to any other classrooms, nor did she want to go to the music room. After racking her brain for somewhere decent, she finally decided upon the library.

Kazuha really wanted to sleep, nap, or just any form of rest. It felt like such a long time since she had anything similar to relaxation. Then again, it probably was because she hadn't had any relaxation in weeks, a month or two even. Solely walking through the halls during lunch almost became relaxing when compared to conversing with her classmates.

"Hey"

If only she could have kept her isolation.

"Yes?" Kazuha stared at the girl who stood in her way when she had rounded a corner. Short beige hair that matched the school's floor, dark brown eyes, she had never seen her before. Especially her two friends that stood behind her, quietly whispering to each other. They were most likely third years. Third years who stuck out like a nail when compared to the rest of her dull classmates.

"What's your name?" the older of the two asked. She had a nasty glare on her face making Kazuha wonder what on earth did she screw up this time.

"Why?" she retorted. A scowl quickly appeared on the beige haired girl.

"Is that how you talk to your senpai?" one of her friends asked from the back, sharing the same scowl. Kazuha sighed. There was no way to get out of this

"Isayama Kazuha"

There was a pause. The expression of all four of them didn't waver in the least. Honestly, the day couldn't get any worse for her.

"Follow me" the girl finally spoke. Without giving Kazuha time to even respond, she turned her heels and left with her friends tailing right behind her.

The day couldn't get any worse could it.

Kazuha couldn't even remember what happened. One second she was trying to ignore the angry upperclassman who started talking about her boyfriend, and the next she had her first connected to the girl's cheek. There wasn't a sounding crunch or anything, so it wasn't like she broke her face in any way, but she did stumble to the ground with a mild shriek. Her two lackeys of sorts let out a gasp and stood in amazement first before trying to pick up their downed friend. Kazuha didn't move. She stared at her hand which started to sting a little. She was expecting a punch back at least, maybe even a slap, but she was even more surprised when she looked up from her hand to see that the three of them were backing away from her. In a sudden rush of adrenaline, the girl who received the punch placed her palm over her quickly reddening cheek and held it firmly as she quickly stood up. Her expression turned from obnoxious to terrified in mere moments as she bolted in the opposite direction. Her friends quickly followed her lead, leaving Kazuha alone behind the school building.

She stared at the empty spot trying to piece together what she just did. There was a misunderstanding on the other girl's part and Kazuha's temper reached a peak. The girl had begun lecturing the brunette about 'flirtatiously' conversing with her boyfriend.

'Of course it would be something that ridiculous'

Kazuha cracked a small smile. She wasn't happy about the situation at all, far from happy. But nonetheless, she let out a small laugh afterwards. She took a step back and leaned against the painted white wall, slowly sliding down. She laughed for a few seconds thinking over the irony of what had happened. She had once lectured Karma for attacking someone for pointless reasons, which was most of the time anyways, but here she was, definitely in trouble for punching some girl for an idiotic reason.

She let out a breath of exasperation. A slight smile still plastered to her face. It was the most interesting thing that had happened recently so she was somewhat satisfied.

"I wonder what'll happen now" she quietly muttered to herself.