Asleep
Satoshi Hiwatari stared at her. Just stared...
He liked the way her breathing was so timed out. It was perfect. Her shoulders rose and fell, her abdomen stretching out an in, everything she breathed. It was just in a never-ending, continuous cycle.
The end of her palms lay against the edge of her desk, causing her fingers to fall over the side and hang there, limp. They were such tiny, delicate fingers. He reached out and touched them with his index finger, and she unconsciously curled her fingers around his. He smiled the tiniest bit and gently slid from her grasp.
Behind her eyelids, she had nice eyes. She really did. Yes, they were generically brown, but they were a beautiful brown. Just the right color too. Not too dark, and not too light. They were a nice middle brown, almost a golden amber. They held so much emotion too. Her eyes would water when she was sad, they'd grow misty when she was pensive, they'd get really big when she was excited or happy... She wore her heart on her sleeve, that girl. Right where everyone could see it, touch it, hurt it. He tried to take care of it, and he'd probably protect the fragile thing until the day he died.
A stray clump of hair fell over her ears as she inhaled deeply, probably dreaming of something nice. As he pushed it away with the tip of his pencil, he wondered how she got her hair to be so perfect. It was set up in a different style everyday, but she still managed to make it look flawless, shiny, flowing. Whether it was up or down, it never looked like static would bother it, it never looked thin, and it was never greasy. It was probably the most beautiful hair he had ever seen. It looked even better with her.
She didn't snore, Satoshi noticed. This was probably a good thing because it would bring embarrassment to her real voice. You know, the one that sounded like birds singing. He guessed that, if such a thing as reincarnation existed, she was a nightingale in her previous life. She was probably a wild nightingale too, considering how much of an outgoing person she was now.
She was practically an angel, sleeping there on her desk during the last period of the day.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, she stirred and blinked a few times. Seeing him, she squinted and asked in a weary tone, "What happened?"
She was stretching, arching her back, letting out a long yawn as she did so. He replied, "You fell asleep."
"Yeah," Takeshi said, walking by with a grin. "It was hilarious. You started dozing off during Sensei's lecture, then you'd snap back to reality, and you finally just put your head down and slept."
"Through the entire class?" she asked, frightened. "Seriously? I'm probably missing so many notes!" Takeshi just laughed and walked away, eager to get home. Risa Harada turned to him as he gathered his belongings, a desperate, incredible look on her face. "Hiwatari! Why didn't you wake me up?"
Satoshi stood, books in hand, and looked at her. "I apologize. I didn't want to disturb you."
Risa grumbled as she gathered her belongings. "Yeah, well-" As she stood, she took his notebook. "Just for that, I'm stealing your notes."