Perfect
Risa Harada was angry. She really was. It wasn't fake, and she wasn't acting, and she certainly wasn't being melodramatic. She was angry.
How in the world, she thought to herself, can someone like him sleep so soundly?
She had no idea that such a man was able to fall asleep, and in unfamiliar territory as well. Every time she saw him, he was moving. Whether it be cleaning his glasses or stalking Dark, he would always be active, aware. Always so tense too. It was sort of odd to see him relaxed.
His posture was so unreal. Slouching, his back sinking into the couch, his head gently hanging to one side... She would have never thought that she'd use "slouching" as an adjective to describe this guy. Yet everything was just limp. Even his glasses were sliding off the bridge of his nose.
Such an idiot. If he's going to fall asleep on me, he might as well take those off first.
She hesitated, however, and decided to stand before doing anything else, trying very hard not to move the cushions too much on her way up. When she was sure that she hadn't woken him, she turned back around and crossed her arms. Honestly, they were just glasses! Just stupid pieces of glass that helped him see. They were big too. Big, stupid glasses. Hmph. She never did like a guy with glasses.
But... she supposed it would be more comfortable with them off. What if they fell and broke? Then he'd never help her study again, and she needed to pass the final exams.
Carefully, uneasily, she slipped the glasses from his face, praying that she wouldn't wake him. As she put the glasses safely beside her, her mind couldn't help but wander. A part of her wished that his eyes weren't closed. She liked his eyes, the depth, the mystery, the split second of emotion that would show up sometimes. His eyes were the most intriguing thing about him, and she wished that she could look at them forever.
They were also the very same eyes that made her feel like an inferior. Oh, how she hated those things. She'd ask a question and he'd just stare at her. Yes, she was dumb sometimes, but who wasn't! There was no need to glare her down, and she hated it when he looked at her that way. True, he never said full out that he thought she was stupid, but still. It's the principle of the thing.
Without knowing it, she traced the lines of his jaw to his hair. Strange hair, unique hair. She liked that about him as well. He was like his hair. Different from everyone else.
Different by being a social outcast, she remembered with a disapproving scowl.
When she tried looking away and concentrating on her initial task, she found herself doing a double-take at his body. Not in any perverted way, mind you, she just noticed his muscles. Or, lack thereof. It was strange, because before, when he was awake, he'd be so strong. He'd stand up to his full height, offering to help her carry art supplies and lifting the entire box with one hand, while the other held the door open for her. He never said much, he was just... there. Always there, helping her out. Sometimes, if she was feeling confident, she'd ask him. He'd look up from whatever book he was reading and nod, standing. Yet it was different now. He looked so fragile.
It was almost... endearing.
Almost.
But this man wasn't endearing. He was practically the biggest nerd in the school. Nothing like the man she wanted. Were he more talkative, had a large circle of friends, wore contacts, and actually cared enough to be kind, who knows? She may have had a crush on him... but only if he were like the man in her dreams, and he most certainly was not.
Risa wound up looking at his hands. They were so big, practically twice her size. Interested, she reached forward and pressed her palm into his. It was just sort of lying there, in the open, and when she touched him, his fingers unconsciously wrapped around her wrist. She gasped, feeling herself blush. They were so warm...
His eyes snapped open and he lifted his head. For a moment, his eyes were blank, and he was clueless. Then he recognized her. For a moment, Risa was scared to death. She bit her lip, held her breath, and smiled as best as she could.
"Sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you..." He caught sight of their hands, and she was afraid that he'd recoil in disgust. He probably would. He never liked human contact.
"It's fine," he said in the middle of a sigh, and he sort of smiled, as if he was relieved. "I'm home."
And this was what infuriated her. The way she could think of everything and anything wrong with him, convincing herself that they were never meant to be. Polar opposites, they were, and they both knew it. Why, Risa could think of a million things wrong with him if she wanted to.
Then he would say or do something so completely out of character, so insanely sweet, so damn odd, and she'd fall head over heels in love with him all over again.
And she realized, as he gathered her up in his arms and disregarded what he was best at, that despite all of his faults, he was ok. In all reality, he was better than ok. If she weren't so stubborn, she'd admit to herself that there was nothing wrong with Satoshi Hiwatari.
He was perfect, just the way he was. Including those big stupid glasses of his.