Disclaimer: Gravitation belongs to Maki Murakami.
Eyes and Fingers
Hiro x Ayaka
I wonder, wonder all the time if there is a single moment when she's caught offguard and looks at me, in whatever way she wants to, but looks anyway, without a stubborn barrier of cautiousness and uncertainty. I don't expect her to fall in love with me, or to become attracted, or to develop a soft spot for me, or to give in to some wild uncontrolled passion.
Well, maybe I'd like to, but I've been blessed with a reasonable amount of common-sense. I don't think she'll forget about Eiri-san anytime soon, in fact I don't think she'll ever forget.
You never get to forget such a thing, you only learn to accept it and not to regret it. I guess she can't get out of her head his piercing eyes, just like I can't stop seeing hers in my mind.
I can't stop thinking how much more beautiful they would be, if she eventually looked at me and let me catch a glimpse of how she is behind all those appearances.
Sometimes, she tip-toes and stands beside me, brushing her fingers against the back of my shirt. At a time like this, she tells me not to look.
I want to hope she is tentatively trying out how it'd be closer and closer.
Or she is just testing a new weapon.