A new foreign student arrives.

Hotaru sat in a field of flowers in a white floral skirt. A wide-brimmed straw thatched hat with a velvet purple ribbon adorned her long flowing red hair. Her eyes looked at me invitingly, she patted the ground where she sat - a plaid patterned picnic blanket. I walked closer and sat down. She smiled as warmly as the afternoon sun and blue sky above her as she pulling out a picnic basket from behind herself. She gently took out an ornate apple pie and began slicing it with a knife, handing me a plate.

We ate the pie as we watched the clouds float over the green hills. She giggled at one of my jokes. The clouds floated by quickly in the lazy afternoon breeze. Once we were finished with the pie, she lay down on the grass and gestured with her hands, pointing to her lap. I rested my head on her lap, feeling Hotaru's smooth skin against my face. We both lay there as I curled up. Her hands patted my head softly.

BZZZT!
The skies began to darken. The wind began to gust. The grass was swept up violently.
BZZZZZZT!
"You have to go now" Hotaru whispered in my ear, stroking my hair.
BZZZZZZZZZT!!
Demons emerged from the ground like a smoky haze. Despite their wraithy forms they were muscular and strong and pushed me away from Hotaru as they whipped out gigantic cocks.
BZZZZZZZZZT!! BZZZZZZZZZT!!

The alarm continued to ring. I tossed around in my sleep trying to hold onto the dream as long as possible. Darkness swept over the dream. Hotaru's figure gradually got more and more faint, slowly disappearing into the masses of black demons. The alarm ran once more, violently. I rubbed my eyes begrudgingly and turned to face my alarm clock. I was late for school!
With a piece of toast in my mouth, I ran out the door. Weekends always seemed to go so quickly. I dashed through the school gates hoping to beat Ms Tanaka to the classroom.

I couldn't afford to be late. Ms Tanaka had a reputation for being brutal with students that were late. She was known for making students stand in the hallway for hours on end. With my average grades, Ms Tanaka wouldn't be forgiving at all, particularly since class started 20 minutes ago. I wheezed up the wooden staircase. 20 minutes late was better than 30 minutes late I reasoned. To my surprise I could hear the echoes of giggles, squeals and laughter through the hallway. Still breathing heavily I raised my eyes. A huge crowd of girls blocked the hallway.

Instantly I could see what the commotion was all about. Towering above the comparatively shorter Japanese schoolgirls was a Western man with locks of blonde hair. His complexion was pale, pale like the dreamy k-pop stars that I knew girls loved. His face was sculpted by a distinctively chiseled jawline. While he wasn't exactly built, his slim and slender build suited the formal style of our uniform, giving him a refined gentile look.
"He looks like a prince, doesn't he, Fumi-chan?" I heard one of the girls giggle.
"Ohhh he's going to take away to live in a European castle!" another boasted.

I squeezed past all the screaming and raving schoolgirls to enter the classroom. As I entered the room I saw Hotaru staring off into the distance. She seemed stressed, scrolling her phone endlessly. I placed my bag on the table and slid into my chair, not wanting to disturb Hotaru who seemed deep in thought.

"Fucking gaijin!" Noboru mumbled under his breath, noting the annoying squeals and chatter of the girls through the thin shoji screens that separated the hallway with the classroom. Typically Noboru would would be chatting to several schoolgirls before the start of class. Today his desk looked out of place with just his tennis racquet and bag.
"Those fucking girls wouldn't know a real man if showed up here." he continued ranting to nobody in particular.
Noboru eventually realised that one of the few girls in our class that weren't fawning over the blonde boy was Hotaru. I cringed. Noboru had spent the past few months trading seats with various people to get closer to Hotaru in all his classes.

Noboru slid his chair fractionally closer to Hotaru and tapped her gently on the shoulder.
"Glad you have some sort of taste in men. How about we...".
Hotaru cut him off with an agitated punch to Noboru's shoulder.
"You want to talk about 'fucking gaijins' to my face, Noboru?" Hotaru spat the words at him and rolled her eyes.
"You still like playing hard to get?" Noboru sniggered cockily. "
As our school's tennis captain and the highest ranked player in Northern Japan, Noboru was very popular with most girls at our school. Hotaru was not one of his fans, despite also being on the tennis team, she always complained to me about Noboru's antics.

I stood up from my chair, getting ready to intervene before Hotaru could give him a serious punch.
Just then the new transfer student dramatically opened the door of the classroom. His band of schoolgirls followed him inside still giggling lightly.
"Konichiwa" the transfer announced to the class with a heavy American accent. His eyes scanned the room. Instinctively he walked up to Hotaru, bowing in front of Hotaru.
"Name's Ryan. Ryan Vautour."

Noboru stood up. "Get away from her!"
Ignoring Noboru, Ryan continued through Hotaru's dismissive look "It's lovely to meet a beautiful lady such as yourself, may I have your name?"
This was getting out of hand.
Ryan flicked his locks of golden hair in front of Hotaru. Hotaru continued staring at her phone in disinterest. Noboru grabbed Ryan's arm tightly. Ryan formed a fist.

Suddenly ignored by both of the boys, the posse of girls began gossiping audibly.
"Can't believe they both like that fake slut Hotaru" a girl whispered.
"What's so good about her anyway? Noboru-kun could do so much better" another girl spoke audibly.
"I bet she sucks all the guys off" a girl giggled sadistically.
It was then when I remembered that I had indeed been late to class. I began to shuffle my papers trying to take out my homework for the class when I received a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Dai? Good morning! How are you?"
In the ensuing chaos Hotaru had slipped away from the class' two playboys. Hotaru stared at me with her large purple eyes.
"I had a great weekend with you, all things considered" she added before my blushing cheeks could enunciate a syllable.
Hotaru smiled.

A small piece of paper fell out of her pocket, Hotaru reached down to pick it up, from under my desk, her breast nudging against my knee.
"That damn Noboru is really annoying..." Hotaru retrieved a coupon for free hour in a love hotel and sighed.
"I mean maybe we could..." I added, a little flustered from my dream earlier this morning.
"Dai, we've been through this... I'm just not ready for that yet..." she said as she tore it into shreds. "Dai, you're ruining the moment again..."

I desperately tried to change the topic.
"Speaking of ready... where is Ms Tanaka anyway?"
Hotaru's phone began buzzing audibly. She looked at me with a pale face.
"We need to go to the staffroom, now."