Yukiko Tsukishiro boredly sat at her class as her teacher started to blabber all about the rules and regulations, a bit of her past, and some nonsense the raven haired girl is tired of.

She just wants to get out of there or whatsoever. Probably being the manager of the basketball team or what. All for the sake of the person she desired to protect.

Though, she wasn't quite sure that he entered this school. What if he only tricked her so he can go to his separate way?

'No... Kuroko won't surely do that.' she concluded as her gaze became fixated outside, wondering what she'll do now.

'If he really did that on me then I'll happily kick his ass along with those so-called prodigies. ' she smirked at the thought as she let her eyes wander around the classroom, her ear piercing glinting deviously against the morning sunlight along with her cocky smirk.

More time passed and it was finally time for lunch, Yukiko's most favorite period nowadays due to her laziness.

All was well, Yukiko eating peacefully under the sakura tree she adored so much, her tastebuds relishing the taste of her strawberry bun and her strawberry milk sitting prettily beside her, waiting patiently to be drunk by the black and blue haired girl.

Until some assholes decided to meddle with her beautiful moment.

"Hey you!"

Still, Yukiko continued eating and decided to pay no heed to them, 'probably not me' echoed in her brain.

"Damn freshman! Cocky shit!" and down goes her strawberry bun to the cold hard floor. her strawberry milk spilled on the tiles like blood.

Yukiko slowly faced the assassin of her food, mentally cracking her knuckles.

Three second year females along with a male stood in front of her, wearing cocky smirks.

"Who slapped my bread?" Yukiko was deadly calm, too calm.

the two females held Yukiko's wrists while the last one held Yukiko's waists into place.

The feeling made Yukiko shake violently, to which the 'predators' had taken amusement on. Though, the girl wasn't shaking from fear.

It was from laughter.

"Scum.. Let us give you the welcoming hono-" Yukiko didn't waste any time in their words, she tossed her head back, her head colliding brashly with forehead of the female behind her.

There wasn't time for her to comprehend the pain at the back of her skull as she had to act fast,

the female with the now-bruised forehead yelped and let go of Yukiko's torso, making the ombre haired female able to twist her torso as she lifted her leg up and successfully launch a kick at the female who was holding her right arm.

The third year doubled and let go of Yukiko's arm which led to her punching the last girl who was holding her left arm, square on the nose.

Tsukishiro Yukiko cracked her knuckles at the remaining third year in front of her. walking away from the fallen bodies of the females.

One had regained her strength and lunged at Yukiko when the girl sidestepped and sent her crashing to the male.

*click*

Yukiko smirked at them as she showed the photo in her phone.

"Public Display of Affection is a major offense in this school. Get the hell out of my face"... She trailed off as she kicked another who tried to punch her face.

"Scum" she said venomously, punching the last girl who tried to yank her hair.

***

After buying a couple of strawberry buns and some strawberry milk, Yukiko sighed in relief,

'That'll teach 'em not to pick on me.' Yukiko sighed and bit into the strawberry goodness.

Meanwhile, spectators who had seen the fight had already gossiped here and there about the girl with ombre blue and black hair beat up the famous third year bullies, alone.

"God, that freshman is so cool!"

"Did you hear about her class?!"

"No. Apparently not.. But we saw her earlier going in Class 1-A!"

"Did you get her name?!"

Kuroko Tetsuya paid no heed towards the rumors that are spreading like wildfire in his class, things like that are really not his business.

Well until he heard a certain name

"Oh! We approached her earlier. said her name is Yukiko. Tsukishiro Yukiko, Class 1-A!"

like a bullet, his head shot towards the direction of where he heard the name.

'...Tsukishiro-san...? beaten up.. third years.?' Kuroko's eyebrows furrowed, the Tsukishiro Yukiko he knows wouldn't beat up any third years for crying out loud!

'... Maybe it's a mistake.' he sighed and continued to read his book in peace.

...Unknown to him, the person in the rumors was really, the Tsukishiro Yukiko he knew.