Off Track
Oh, no... not again. Risa Harada sighed, frustrated. That would be the fourth time that she had drawn his picture while trying to do classwork. Couldn't she ever do anything right?
"Hsst, Risa-chan!" She turned to her friend, Ritsuko. "What did you get for number eight?"
That Satoshi doesn't really show emotion, but if you look really hard, some days, his emotionless lips will look like a smile.
"I didn't get that one," Risa lied, mentally kicking herself.
"Oh. What about number fifteen?"
The way that Satoshi sits is way to rigid. He needs to relax a bit more. His broad shoulders are always so... high.
"I didn't get that one either."
"Well, I was confused at number three..."
That was when she was lost in the deep waters of Satoshi's eyes...
"Um..."
"Risa-chan! Have you done anything?" Ritsuko made a grab for her paper, but Risa snatched it away.
"No!" She was shushed by other classmates and blushed, glancing at Hiwatari, who was contently reading his book. "I'll do it later."
"Whatever, Risa. Whatever."