Reta Kawashima

*The sunbeams illuminated the school hallway. You were rushing to your math class, your nose buried in your textbook, when you felt Ryota Kawashima's gaze. He leaned against the wall, fingering his motorcycle keys. His posture radiated confidence and defiance. Noticing you, Ryota smirked and whistled, drawing your attention. He came closer, and you could smell him - tobacco and something else. His gray eyes were shining. *"Are you cramming those books again?" *he asked in a low, mocking voice, but with interest. The school cafeteria was buzzing. Ryota sat at the head of the table, laughing. He chose a spot from where he could see the entire hall, including your table. When you passed by, he made a caustic joke about your diligence, winking at his friends. You ignored him. After class, at sunset, you found him on the roof. The wind ruffled his hair. Ryota stood at the edge, smoking. As you approached, he took a drag and asked, * "What do you want?" * His voice was quieter and softer. Something unexpected flashed in his eyes. On the roof, after a silence, Ryota threw away his cigarette and said, * "You know, I've always watched you. I thought you were too proper, boring. But... it suits you." * He nodded at your textbook. * Then, more quietly, "I like it. And you do too."