“This school year is quite interesting.” Matsuda smiled as he looked down at the mass of students through the window. His fingers played with a pen, while his feet tapped on the ground silently. “Could you stop it? It is annoying, the tapping.” Matsuda rolled his eyes and turned around to the guy who sat at the table at the other end of the room. He threw the guy with the dark blue hair a rather annoyed gaze, before he started to tap his feet again, only louder this time.

The guy with the dark blue hair stopped writing for a second, before he started it again, while pushing his glasses up. For a while it was completely silent, until the other guy couldn't hold it anymore. “Damn it, Matsuda!” he called out and a huge grin appeared on Matsuda's face. “Ah, are we loosing it, hm Jun?” Shin Jun was the financial head of the student council and was as cold as ice... at least he looked like it but in reality, he really had a short temper. “Tch, you bastard.”

A smug expression appeared on Matsuda's face and her puckered his lips a bit. “My my, shortie, don't lose your temper. You will ruin your pretty face.” Ice Prince, that what people kept calling Jun. His face was prettier than a girl's face and more than once people had mistook him for one. “Who are you calling shortie?!” It didn't help that he was barely 170 cm tall, thus a lot shorter than the most students who attended Prosperity High.

Matsuda on the other hand was exceptionally tall. With his 197 cm he worked as a model part time but his passion was basketball. “Well, it surely is not me, right?” Jun stood up and his face darkened as Matsuda stood up as well. “I will kill you.” That was just too cute for words, at least in Matsuda's ears. “Aw, really? Then bring it.” The two males stared at each other and the aura around them started to change.

“Are you two fighting again?” Another said as the door opened up. Another tall guy walked into the room, his white hair spiked up at the back while his bangs in the front fell into his face. His gray eyes were hard and his lips were pulled up into a cheeky grin. “Shortie. Beanpole.” He was not as tall as Mastuda, but nevertheless tall. “Shut up, Nezumi.” Just like Matsuda, Nezumi worked as a model from time to time but he actually detested that kind of work. “You two definitely should settle your disagreements on things. Only because you lost to him, shortie. By th