Ryoki stepped out into the empty hallway with his heavy coat and silk pajamas underneath; he was heading to his "secret headquarters". He reached the top stair and let out a deep sigh and sat down, he reached in his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. He covered the flame from the unforgiving winter wind and lit his form of therapy; he inhaled and exhaled slowly watching the grey smoke swirl up to oblivion.
It was about two o'clock in the morning, and he couldn't sleep. Too much school problems he thought, but anyone who knew him well, knew what was on his mind. It was a certain girl he grown fond of ever since the first time he laid his cobalt blue eyes through his coke bottle thick glasses on her.
He wanted her all to his self.
If he could take it all back from the day he pushed her down the same stairs he's sitting on, he would. The look on her face, to this day, still makes him feel queasy. He took another puff and let it out slowly, making his body warm up a bit. He thought of all those days that went by when he would see her laughing and playing with Shinogu and Azusa; making snowman and playing hide and seek, while he studied and studied to make his parents proud. He cant even recall a time his dad said "I'm proud of you".
And it hit him in the stomach every time they saw each other and she would turn around and go a different way to avoid him. He would take it back if he could, he swears.
He took another puff and finished off the cigarette, feeling somewhat worse than he did, and flicked the bud. He stood up and looked at the gloomy ebony sky and slunk his hands deep in his pockets and took out his glasses and looked again. He trotted down the stairs and turned the corner to see her. Her face was flushed from the cold she was wearing a heavy coat and a scarf, her face looked tired.
"You're late."
"I'm sorry….your going to get sick out here, its way to cold." She turned and started walking toward the door to inside, and he wrapped his arm around her and turned her around, she was even more flushed. She was nervous he could tell, because she looked down at the void between them, her russet hair getting in her face.
"Ryoki…?"
He lifted her chin up and pushed her hair back behind her ear. "Take off my glasses." He demanded. She obeyed and he moved in until he felt the warm sensation on his lips, he ran his tongue over her bottom lip and tasted strawberries.
He had her, he knew it.