Confusion
Satoshi Hiwatari confused her. Every other person in the town told her that Satoshi was mean. That he was cold and ignorant and distant. Yet Risa Harada had had several experiences that proved otherwise.
For example, whenever he would bump into her in the halls and knock her over, he'd always lend a hand. That wasn't mean. Or that time when she was saved from falling off of a roof (she didn't want to talk about it), she remembered being held by warm arms, and a warm chest, and feeling anything but cold. And another time, Hiwatari had asked her (yes, HE asked HER) for help on "feminine studies".
She just didn't get it. Even now, as she sat in her classroom, she noticed Hiwatari looking at her from the corner of her eye. It was as if he was absorbing every movement, eyes growing softer at anything she did. She finally sighed and turned to him.
"What?" she snapped.
As a response, Satoshi reached out and pulled a small, white ball of fuzz from her hair. She gasped and recoiled at the touch, but Satoshi just gave her a small smile, then resumed his work. The emotionless expression coming once again to his face.
Risa blinked. Flustered, she returned to her work. She didn't get it.
She just didn't get it.