"Where is he?' I said silently to myself; sitting at the booth in the corner of the coffee shop, Anteiku. "I come here everyday just to see him and he's not here." Yes. He is the one, and only, reason why I even step out in a public place such as this. He is the only reason why I can stand attending that college full of annoying, flirting playboys. He is nothing like them at all. Yes, Kaneki-san is one of a kind.
I met him on my first week of college. It was a horrible first week. I was never good around people. I get nervous very easy so my mind melts away really fast. Because of this, the guys at my college would try to take advantage of me. Whenever they asked me out I would feel too bad to say no. I really don't understand what those guys saw in me. I mean, I don't even look that good, less alone get noticed in a crowd. I had short black hair, could be mistaken for a boy if I tried, and wore circular glasses. Giant Harry fucking Potter looking circular glasses. I am kind of short for someone my age, and I barely even had a chest so what did these guys see in me? Did they think I was some lonely girl who they thought they could take advantage of because I rarely spoke? I don't know. All I do know is that this caused the other girls at school to hate me. They thought I had some special secret to have the guys after me. I didn't. They refused to believe me and forced me to go through a series or horrible pranks.
During the middle of my Asian History class I left to take a bathroom break. When I came back, I found my notes written with a bunch of horrible crap on the front. Some of the girls around me began to snicker.I ignored it because I know there would be no point in confronting the girls. This continued until Thursday. When I was walking into the classroom, I saw the group of girls pass a note to the student who sat beside me. He nodded his head and accepted it. I thought that it must be some sort of confession letter so I walked on by and went to my seat.
When I sat down the girls were looking at the boy beside me and were laughing. I turned to him to see what was going on. He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. Satisfied by this, the girls turned around and minded their own business. Before I could open and read the paper the boy put his hands on top of mine, slid his face up to my ear and said "Don't read this. It's just some stupid letter those girls wrote to make you feel bad. If they ask about it, just look down and say nothing. Okay?" The sincerity in his voice and his closeness made my insides melt. I never allowed someone to get this close to me, especially a boy. He then pulled away and looked into my eyes, still holding my hands. He slightly tilted his head as if asking do I understand. I gave him a slight nod in response. He then smiled to this and that was when I really started to notice him.
Instead of the usual black shadows that I saw everyone else in this class as, he turned into color. He had short black hair and hypnotizing light-grey eyes. He pulled his hands away, which felt too soon to me, turned back in his seat and started to take notes on what the professor was saying. I still sat there and stared like an idiot. Just when I was about to ask him his name, the teacher yelled at me and said "Ms. YggdrasilI, would like for you to pay attention to the subject of this class, not your classmate Mr. Kaneki." This cause the girls in the front to laugh. With my face flushed red, I turned to the front of the room and started taking notes. During the rest of the class I could not stop thinking about the boy with the turquoise jacket, Kaneki-san. Occasionally, during the lecture the teacher was giving us, I would lift my head up and get a glance of this boy. And he, too, would do the same.
