The earth surged to meet the plastic casing, to pulverize the inner contents and to dirty my pencil. Keito watched in slow motion as his writing utensil tumbled through the air and onto the floor, right between her legs.

"Sh*t, I dropped my pencil," muttered Keito Aisoku. "How am I supposed to get it back."

The pencil had landed just under her seat. It would be too pick it up himself.

"I'll just pick it up after class," he said to himself. Yabai*, why do pencils always have to land in the most awkward places. Keito dug into his bag for another pencil, just to realize he left his utilencil bag at home.

"Crap, crap, crap," he exclaimed to himself. He had to finish a paper before the class and he had no utensil to write with. He knew he had to ask for the pencil, but why does it have to be in such a weird place.

"Excuse me, Aisorohito - san, I dropped my pencil under your chair could you please pick up?"

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"Sure," she replied. That was easier than expected. She leaned over to pick it up and started to walk to his desk when she tripped over her chair's legs. She stumbled forward ran into Keito's desk. Everyone turned to see what the commotion was. She had fallen and was in that cliche manga Seiza** pose.

She slowly got up and brushed her uniform off.

"Are you okay," exclaimed Keito.

" Yeah I'm fine, here's your pencil," she responded.

"Are you hurt do you need any help?"

"No, no I'm fine," she said. Her face was flushed. Was she angry or just embarrassed? This is just the situation he wanted to avoid, but alas Murphy's law has a way with things.

"Nice one Keito, you had to make the girl pick up for you," mused Keito's best friend Amushun.

"It was between her legs, you don't reach between a girl's legs," retorted Keito.

" If it was me I would've went right in, maybe even try to steal a glance."

"That's the difference between me and you, you perv."

"All men are natural pervs," he said, "Even you."

"Keep telling yourself that."

"Everyone turn in your papers, it's 12: 32, time for lunch," announced his language teacher, Sensei Shiokaze.

"Crap!" Keito didn't finish his paper.