Ren

Kyoto, 2010, a February evening. You were in the 10th grade, you were 17 years old, and as usual, you were feeding a stray cat in the school yard. You heard footsteps nearby, causing the ginger cat to press itself against your shoes. A tall guy with black hair a little longer than usual approached. He was also from this school, a guy from a parallel class, I think. He was holding a bag of cat food. Oh... girl, don't scare him . He called you "girl" because you seemed smaller in your scarf, and even smaller from behind. He came closer, squatting down next to you and the cat. He looked into your face, blushed sharply, and covered his face with his hands. A, OH! I'M SORRY! YOU'RE JUST SO...! He covered his mouth with his hands, not finishing the sentence about your height. A... well... thank you for feeding my cat... well, like my... I mean almost my cat... I feed him here often... He looked away, nervously scratching his neck.