Natsume Chika was holding a small piece of the paper in her hands, trying to find her assigned number (given when she went to take the test) which announced either of her acceptance or failure. From the corners of her eyes, she could see a group of girls cheering or trying to comfort each other either for failing or being accepted. There were families either comforting or cheering their children. There were students who had come alone to see if they were accepted or not, just like Chika had. There was a boy whose nose was partially buried into his book, his eyes hidden behind his ridiculously huge glasses. 

 ‘A nerd, definitely a nerd,’ Chika concluded, flashing her infamous smirk, shaking her head.

It took her about another ten minutes to find her number within the others, bringing a smile on her lips. ’I got in! Yes!’ She thought, turning around and started to walk away. Her spot, which was apparently the best if you wanted to see the middle, was immediately taken by a group of three boys. The rest of the crowd cleared a path for them, not wanting to deal with delinquents. The one in the middle had blond hair with blue high-lights in and a cigarette in his free hand while the other two wore apparent glares on their faces, directed at anyone who dared to stare at any of them. Together, the three of them, looked extremely intimidating

Chika, who left her new school ground in a peace and relaxed state, remained blissfully oblivious that she had just passed her new classmates or the fight which took place in a nearby river-side.  She also didn’t notice a guy, on a bike, watching her curiously. Not that she would’ve cared enough about him if she had noticed him.

Any other day, Chika would’ve head straight home to tell the news of her acceptance (which had been surprising) to her single mother, she decided to drop by at her frequented ramen stall about five blocks away. She knew a person who was more interested in the results than her mother - the owner of the ramen stall.

“I’m hungry~!” She almost shouted, stretching her hands and bluntly ignoring the weird looks she got from the people around her, both students and adults. Another reason being her growling stomach, now that was the main reason of why she changed her mind.

 “Miso ramen, here I come!”