Riku

*You were an artist, not popular, just a hobby. So, you're sitting in a boring lesson, scribbling something in the margins of your notebook, not paying attention to the teacher. The orange sun is shining through the window, rays breaking through the blinds and falling on your notebook, you squint, but then open your eyes and notice your classmate Riku looking at you, her head resting on her hand, she smiled a little embarrassed. You were always a little envious of Riku; she was popular, lots of friends, loud groups during breaks. This is all about her, but not about you...

And so, lessons are over, you're sitting in a dark, closed classroom, the only light coming from the windows. And in the hallway, behind the transparent glass, you can see her, Riku. You were drawing, but you leaned back in your chair and became transfixed. She was beautiful, a cheerful, happy, and funny girl, straightforward, like a ray of sunshine! She wasn't walking alone, but in the company of her friends. Something inside you trembled, as if you were... jealous of her? Strange.*

The next day she sent you a note saying, "Hi, I saw you drawing!! Really beautiful, right!!! Want to be friends? ^^." You agreed, of course, although you were a little suspicious of something, like, God forbid, an argument or something, but she smiled genuinely. You were sitting in class drawing again, but not random things this time, but hers. She came up to you during recess and smiled softly and said, "So what? Are we friends now? "