The light streaming into the open windows of the classroom weren't helping Momiji to concentrate. For one thing, it raised a horrible glare from the paper in front of him, which was of course blank. The light might have been tolerable, if it hadn't been accompanied by mass amounts of spring heat. On pleasant days like this, when the weather fades from cold winter into a refreshingly warm spring, the notes that he'd been trying to copy from Haru seem to get fuzzier by the moment, his attention slowly draining away until he'd fallen into a dazed half-sleep state. Or that could just be because she was standing across the room.
All of the rampart sunbeams that hadn't decided that he needed to sleep now had made their way over to her, catching up in her hair until it shone like a halo around her head. That was so like her. Tohru Honda, his little angel of redemption. He let his eyes linger on her for just a moment more before tearing his gaze back on to the paper in front of him. It felt almost unfair to be gazing on her when she was trying to learn. That's why he was here after all. Just like the previous year, Tohru's grades had been…well, a little lower then her standards in a subject or two. And so again Yuki offered to tutor her. The only difference was now Momiji really needed the help as well. He'd always been rather good in school, but somehow lately he'd been just a little less focused. Maybe, he thought to himself, if he hadn't been daydreaming about Tohru so often in class, he would have been able to take the notes he needed and not be stuck copying the sloppy, uneven scribbles that Haru had thrust at him. And it didn't help that Yuki would often wander over from his post at Tohru's table, pointing out a place where he had made a mistake in the translation of Haru's script. Tomorrow would be worse, Yuki had warned, then they'd actually start working. But it wasn't as if Momiji minded.
How often was he ever alone in a- well mostly alone, in a room with Tohru? To watch as her eyes screwed up from time to time in concentration, worrying over a particularly hard math question before finally giving up and calling out for Yuki's help. It didn't matter that they didn't talk much. Momiji could just invite her for ice cream or something similar later. Because she still saw him as a harmless little boy who wanted nothing more to make her happy. And the latter part was true. He just wasn't sure how harmless he was anymore. Somewhere along the line his feelings towards her had changed. She wasn't just the one who might be able to save them all; she was something more… something concrete he could hold on to. Someone he could always count on to lift up his spirits when he felt he couldn't fake it much longer. She would never let him down… It was just a shame she would never really know how he felt, that he would always be stuck sitting here and watching her from across the room.