I watch you across the room staring out the window.

You look like you're daydreaming, but the occasional movements of the pen tell me otherwise.

I wonder what you're looking at.

You look bored, but I don't blame you, this professor can make even the undead sleep.

I wonder what you're thinking of.

My gaze is torn between looking out the window and looking at you.

You look so cute biting your lop while trying to write down everything the teacher is saying. Then you stop, tapping the pen against your mouth, and your pink tongue sticks out, licking your lips. I wonder what you're writing so intently about.

I want to meet you.

I want to get to know you.

I want to know why you stare out the window so intensely.

When the bell rings, I'll gather my courage and approach you.

I see you looking at my way, and blushing when I catch you staring.

I wonder what else I can do to make your adorable face turn red.

At the end, maybe I can have a name to match your cute face.

"Hi, nice to meet you, my name is…"

"Hi, my name is….."

Sora

Riku