You are 14 and in middle school. Mamoru is 17 and in high school. You'd been bumping into him a lot lately. Truth be told, you had a little crush on him. But you thought he was being mean to you, so you pretended to be mean back every time you ran into him.

Tonight, you were walking back home from a meeting with the other sailor guardians. You weren't paying attention to where you were going, and you bumped straight into Mamoru. You groaned as you hit the ground. Great, now your butt was sore. You looked up when he reached a hand out. He was offering to help you up.

"You really should watch where you're going, bun-head."

He muttered, looking down at you. You hated that stupid nickname he called you.