Stickler

"Stop right there!"

Hearing that voice only made me want to walk away faster, but I knew the bastard calling out to me could easily outrun me. I turned around to see that ugly Disciplinary Committee member breathing down my neck and I gently pushed him away from my personal space.

"Do you mind?" I asked him rather condescendingly.

Genichirou had his damned pen and notepad out again. " , how many times must I write you up for a school uniform violation?" he groaned.

"You could also choose not to," I pointed out. "It would save you some time, my dear Genichirou."

"Do not use my name so casually," he scowled as he handed me a slip of paper.

I took a look at the violations he was citing on the paper before ripping it up into tiny pieces and blowing it in his face.

"What do you think you're doing?!" he yelled.

"Doesn't matter how many times you write me up, my dear Genichirou," I taunted as I reached for and pulled on his necktie to tighten it. "Aren't you getting a bit tired of this by now?"

"Not in the slightest," he coughed as he stuck his finger behind the knot to loosen it up. "If you detest me that much, consider following the rules so I no longer have to pester you."

"It doesn't matter whether I follow the rules or not; you'll still find a way to tell me that I'm breaking at least one of them," I hummed. "Personally, I think you're in it for a different reason, my dear Genichirou."

"And what reason would that be?"

He knew he'd regret the moment he said that. I immediately grabbed a hold of his uniform collar and brought our lips together, kissing him feverishly and with force until his tiny brain malfunctioned.

"That," I smirked mischievously before running away as fast as I could go. "Later, my dear Genichirou!"

" , get back here right this instant!" he hollered as he started making a mad sprint towards me.

I knew I still didn't stand a chance trying to outrun him, but I swore he had a small grin on his face as he tried to hunt me down.