Walking back to and entering the faculty office again, Ritsuna was informed to wait in the room with her new homeroom teacher, Mr. Hitoshi, until the bell rang for the beginning of school, so that she could be introduced to her 'new' class.

*Brinnggggggggg!* (A/N: #HighQualitySoundEffect)

As she quickly trailed behind Mr. Hitoshi, they soon reached a classroom that had a sign that read: Class 1-4.

Mr. Hitoshi told her to wait outside the classroom, and then when he called her in, she should introduce herself.

"Settle down now, class. Now, as you are aware, we have had a student in our class called Ritsuna Ayame. Unfortunately, she has not been able to attend school for the past 3 weeks, due to her having to look after her family business. But now, her family have decided to take care of her part, and allow her to go to school." She hears Mr, Hitoshi announce to the class.

A male with light brown hair and blue eyes raises his hand.

"Yes, Chiaki-kun?"

"Do you mean the Ritsuna Ayame that always gets the #1 spot in exams? How can she take the tests if she was busy with work?" He asks.

"She was sent all the homework she should have been set, with the same deadlines. She also took the tests under the supervision of one of the school's examiners."

Chiaki nods his head and puts his hand down.

"Well then, if there are no more questions, Ritsuna Ayame, please come in and introduce yourself."

A few seconds later, the door slid open, and Ritsuna slowly walked in. The class sat in awe; their eyes unable to look away from the tiny beauty that stood before them.

She bowed and introduces herself, "Konnichiwa. My name is Ritsuna Ayame, I am 16 years old and I look forward to becoming an official member of this class." She bows again.

"Are there any questio-" Mr. Hitoshi was about to ask, but was instead interrupted by a wave of questions.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"What does your family business do?"

"How tall are you?"

"What things are you interested in?"

"Do you play any sports?"

"Hang on, minna-san! One at a time, please!"

Taking a deep breath, Ritsuna opens her mouth to answer all the questions,

"1) No, I do not have a boyfriend.

2) Our family business runs a clothing chain.

3) I am 155cm.

4) I like to listen to music, read, study, and play video games.

5) I am particularly interested in volleyball, and have played it since the start of middle school. We have won at nationals several times." She finishes, taking another breath out.

"S-so beautiful and short."

The last answer caught a certain blonde flag pole's attention, and to his freckled friend's and the rest of the class' surprise, he raises his hand to ask her a question.

"Y-yes, Tsukishima-kun?" Mr. Hitoshi asks, a little surprised himself that Tsukishima actually bothered to ask a question.

"What position do you play?" He asks in a monotone voice.

"I have vaguely practiced the position of a libero, but my main positions are either wing spiker or setter."

Tsukishima's mouth curves into a cocky smirk, with a hint of irritation, "Tch, how can you be a wing spiker or setter when you are so tiny, Ayame-chibi-chan? You're even shorter than Hinata, and Hinata is a shrimp. It would have been a different story if your main position was a libero, though. Even so, your arms look like they would break if they even tried to receive a ball."

"Ne, Tsukki. That's a little..."

"Hey! Tsukishima, that isn't very nice!"

To everyone's surprise, Ritsuna's face remained calm and stoic, but inside, the emotion she felt did not even scratch the surface on how irritated she was of this lamp post. But this had happened many times before, and he was probably trying to mess around with her emotions, so she just shrugged it off.

Instead, she looked directly at him and into his eyes, which secretly sent a chill down his spine, but like hell was he going to admit that!

"One fatal downfall of yours in the future could be that you underestimate others. Allow me to repeat: during my time in middle school, my team has gone to and won several national games. Please judge me after you've seen me play, please."

Everyone fell silent; stunned that anyone actually had the courage to argue with Tsukishima.

He himself was a little stunned too. He found this new girl to be rather interesting- perhaps another play thing he could tease, other than Hinata.

"W-well then. If there are no more questions... Ayame-san, please sit in the seat next to Yamaguchi-kun." Mr. Hitoshi says, pointing at the seat next to the freckled boy she had seen earlier.

Nodding, she takes the seat next to the boy, and stretches out her hand towards him.

"I look forward to getting to know you." She says, as the blushing mess of a boy grabbed her hand, and stuttered a quiet "Me too" under his breath.

Though she hated to admit it, now, more than ever, Ritsuna was secretly determined to show this megane-kun exactly what he was underestimating. Even if it meant that she had to pull out her forbidden trump card...