Sanji had never expected loving someone would end up this hurting. The more he thought of that person, the more aches he had to bear all over his body. The more that person is remembered, a heart was going to be more broken. That heart was Sanji's.

Sanji had spent almost a year studying at college. He was majoring law in University of Tokyo. That was exactly what he dreamt about since he was a high schooler. He wanted it so bad to reach his dream to be involved in political world, plus, he was one of those lucky students as he was able to attend the most prestigious university in Japan.

He mingled pretty well with other students. Sanji was very friendly, so were his mates. Sanji found lots of new friends, both from his faculty and outside it. At class, Sanji had had already two very close friends, Greg and Emma. Sanji felt like it was everything he had ever wanted to achieve in life. The second semester was on the go. The first term had been enough for the students to get to know each other. At least, everyone at class had known each name and origin, and experienced some times talking to each other.

It was one cold afternoon on Wednesday. That was the reason why most of the students didn't like afternoon class: the rain. The only thing they liked was when the lecturer understood more about their late comings. Sanji didn't like it, too. He thought that it would be much better if the schedule was arranged and moved to all morning classes. Why he had to go to the campus at rainy, breezy afternoon, while the mornings were usually very bright and lively.

Sanji took the second left-side chair. He had it on the fifth row. He pulled off his thick Politics book out of his leather black backpack. He came 15 minutes earlier to the class that it was nearly empty. He waited for the lecturer to come while playing with his blue pen.

Seconds turned to minutes. The lecturer came on time on 3.30 pm and quickly prepared anything to be presented later. The door remained opened, yet, it didn't fit for anyone wanting to come in. The lecturer was about to close it when someone held the door handle from outside.

"I'm sorry, Sir. Can I join the class?"

The person outside turned out to be one of the students. The lecturer hesitated. He looked at the silver watch on his left wrist, then, he lifted his head up to see the person. At the end, he let the door to that late student.

"Thank you, Sir. I promise I won't be late again."

The lecturer was left smiling in full respect.

The person walked into the class, his eyes were exploring the room trying to find one perfect seat. His plaid red-and-blue shirt looked a bit wet; it was because of the rain. His hair was wet, too, though actually, it looked the best that way. While still looking for a seat, he tidied up his hair. He cleaned it up; hoping it would look as neat at it was before, though actually, it looked the coolest with that quite-messy style.

The late student finally took the empty left chair on the fifth row. He cleaned up his shirt once again before placing his bag on his lap. He pulled his thick Politic book out of his jeans-made backpack along with a black pen.

By the time the person made his very first step in the class, someone who had been inside already wasn't able to take the eyes off him. The eyes remained staring deep at him for every little move he had made. Until the very moment the person had his seat, the eyes were still locked, looking at him.

The late student had his seat right beside Sanji. He greeted Sanji after he prepared his college stuff.

"Hey."

He smiled so bright and it looked very nice on him. His right hand was still clearing up his shiny, green hair. Sanji gave him a brief smile as his greeting. The student, then, started drowning in Politics sea. Though his face had been totally facing the lecturer and slide shows, two eyes beside him still couldn't be taken off from looking at him. The two eyes staring deep at him from the very first time he joined the class. Those eyes were Sanji's.