• hiroto •
You watch him as he gazes up at the sky, his red hair swaying in the wind. "What are you looking at?" you ask him.
Hiroto smiles but doesn't turn to face you. He's still looking up when he murmurs, "I'm looking at the stars."
"Why?"
This time he faces you, his eyes meeting yours. You blush because of the eye contact (you can't stand looking at people straight in the eye), but you don't miss a single word he says.
"Because they remind me of your eyes."