Brown and Gray
The next day at school, those three actually backed away when they say me coming. Maybe my little speech was a bit overdone. Oh well, they were asking for it.
As I take my seat, I am greeted with the usual whispers and sneers. I scan the room quickly, and I notice Amane-kun is absent today. I also noticed Kurosaki-san's eyes met mine. Although his didn't seem to be glaring at me like the others. I look away quickly. School is starting to get tiresome, but graduation is a must. My mother always encouraged me to go to college, and I plan on doing just that.
As lunch time rolls around, Yuki Sohma spots me and smiles. Did I mention how much I like his smile? To my immense surprise, he strolls on over as if he strolls over to me everyday.
"Good afternoon Fukazawa-san. Rather cold today, isn't it?" He smiles again. I am completely smitten.
"Oh-uh why yes, yes it is. I mean, it's nearly winter and all." I find it difficult to tear my eyes away from him. It seems every moment in my life I have spent gazing at something was totally dull compared to this.
He notices my staring and asks, "Is there something on my face?"
I shake my head and blurt out, "No, I just enjoy looking at it." Completely by accident, of course. My face turns redder then a firetruck ad he makes one of those faces again. The kind of face that tells me he was caught completely off guard.
"Haha, is that so? Well I'm glad you do then." He fiddles with his belt loop and I notice he is now a little more aware of me and that I am a girl. Somehow, this thought makes me a little happy and I smile a brief smile at him.
"So what club are you in Fukazawa-san? I'm planning on joining the student council cause of a friend."
"That fits you very well Sohma-san. You seem very capable. And I am not in any club as of yet." His eyes light up a little at my compliment, and he thanks me.
He leaves soon after that because one of his friends calls out to him. A guy with white and black hair. I've often seen him in the hall yelling that his hair color is natural. A chuckle escapes me as I remember the scene, and as I turn I realize that Kurosaki-san was standing behind me. With my luck, I bump into him and he falls easily, like a little figurine.
"I'm so sorry Kurosaki-san. I'm very clumsy." I bow and offer him my hand.
For some reason, his face flushes a little as he reaches up to take it.
"Thank you. I uh. I've actually been meaning to talk to you." He gets up fluidly, reminding me of a flowing stream. He is rather tall, a little taller than Sohma-san. He finds it hard to look into my eyes as we speak and he brushes his hair back. I am surprised to see that he is actually quite handsome. I seldom bother to take in the appearance of anyone in my class.
"Oh?" I say. I am too surprised to say anything else.
"Uh, yeah. I'm Kurosaki Ryu. We're in the same class." He holds out his hand, expecting me to shake it probably. Instead, I stare at it.
"Yes, I know that." My words come out slowly, as I am still rather confused to what he wanted.
He blushes again, and he draws his hand back quickly.
"Um, actually. I've liked you for a long time. And if you don't mind, could you be my girlfriend." Now his eyes are on mine. They are glimmering with hope and I am just stunned.
"P-p-pardon me?" My eyebrows skyrocket and he repeats what he has just said, stuttering a little more.
"Oh wow. This is. Wow." I plop down on the floor and run my hands through my hair.
"So what's your answer?" He squats down himself and his eyes search mine as if I could answer with them. I notice his eyes are brown, with a gray ring around the iris. They look to me, the color of hope.