In Your Eyes
You met Ryoma at the cafeteria on your first day. The entire area was crowded with students, and being a transferee, you still didn't have friends. You looked around for a vacant table, and that was when you noticed him sitting all by himself.
You walked towards him, food tray in hand. "Mind if I sit here?" You seemed to have interrupted his thoughts.
Ryoma looked up to see a pale girl with dark wavy hair falling past her shoulders, and a set of the deepest, emerald eyes he's ever seen. You were holding onto your tray of pickles and vegetable salad. You smiled faintly when he saw you, motioning to the empty chair opposite him, "The cafeteria's too full."
He raised his Ponta to his mouth and took a sip. You watched as his throat bobbed up and down. "I don't mind," he finally said, looking at you with a surprisingly penetrating gaze. You noticed his eyes were gold.
"Thanks."
He was never really one of those guys who would make you uncomfortable by staring at you or anything, so maybe that's why you still shared a table with him the next day. And the next. And the following week. Eventually, you found it becoming somewhat of a routine for you two. It's not like you really had a choice. And he doesn't really seem to mind at all. Sharing a table with him was actually like having a table all for yourself; it was like you were all alone. But you never complained, nor cared. You never really wanted to talk, and neither does he. There was that small talk, occasionally, but it was just that.
Perhaps that's why you too got along pretty well.
