A/N: This follows the Yuno of the 1st world. I'll try to keep my drabbles in chronological order.

Sometimes Yuno wished she was allowed to be like other girls.

The rest of the class was taking a test, but Yuno had finished 10 minutes earlier. All there was to do now was to wait. As she sat there, her gaze drifted around the room and took in her surroundings. A girl next to her was double checking her answers, and another student looked like he was just barely staying awake. Her eyes settled on a boy sitting in the corner, who was tapping his pencil to his lips and looking a little distressed. The two of them had been in the same class together ever since elementary school. What was his name again? She couldn't believe that she didn't know it after all this time. A…A something. Amano, was it? Amano-kun? He was kind of cute. Her type – or he would be her type, if she was allowed to have a type. Dark hair, blue eyes…he was shy and he seemed nice, even if Yuno hadn't spoken to him very much in all their years together.

"I have no time for boys…" Yuno reminded herself. "Mama would kill me."

All those rules, all those sheets of paper that charted her grades, her caloric intake, the amount of time she spent out of the house…when she thought about it all, she felt like she couldn't breathe. It was too much pressure. Her parents expected so much from her, and they were unforgiving if she didn't meet their expectations.

"Don't think about it…don't think about it…" She tried to calm herself down by focusing on something else. If she thought about it too long, she felt like she might snap.

That night, when Yuno was locked in her cage for some minor infraction, and her mother finally stopped yelling at her and left her alone, she leaned against the bars, closed her eyes, and imagined going on a date like a normal girl. The boy in her thoughts looked a little like Amano-kun.