Cry
"I'm such a crybaby," Risa Harada muttered, embarrassed. She hurriedly wiped her tears away with her sleeves, and he watched her.
They had just watched a movie with their friends. Well... their so-called friends. Satoshi Hiwatari never really considered Takeshi and his band of goons, along with their beautiful companions whom they hoped to swoon, as friends. But anyway... they watched a movie, some silly tragic romance movie, and he had surprisingly managed to sit through it. It was probably because Risa spent the whole two hours cuddled under his arm, letting him fiddle with her fingers.
Yet now she sat back, the tip of her nose a bit red, her cheeks flushed with shame. "I cry at everything."
"... I haven't cried since I was a child," he confided in her, but he said it as if it were nothing. He always did have a monotone voice. When she looked at him, he sort of shrugged. "I've tried... but I couldn't even cry at my biological mother's funeral. I thought of all the sad memories I could think of, but nothing came. Then that made me sad the most... the way I've become so numb."
She just stared at him. "... Wow... that's so deep."
He immediately became uncomfortable, so he cleared his throat. "Yes, well... let's talk about good stuff."
She almost laughed at his temporary leave of character. "Good stuff?"
"The brighter sides of life," Satoshi suggested. "Optimistic things."
"Like glass half full stuff?" Risa paused, thinking and shrugging awkwardly. "I don't know, what have you got?"
He paused too. "Well... I've got a small buzz from the punch, which I think Takeshi spiked."
She grinned with a few nods. "I was wondering why I felt so light-headed... so I have that..." She then looked him in the eye. "And I like you."
Heat rushed to his face, and he had to look away for a moment.
"So I have that... I guess I have that."
He looked at her, and she couldn't stop smiling.
And that was that. There wasn't a confession of love or some traditional kiss. It was just the two of them, smiling at each other. You'd think that such a thing would be weird, but after a few minutes, the two went back to talking. About school, or grades, or life... they just talked, and they were content.
They were happy.