I can see his aura. Magnificent and colour-changing, as beautiful as he is. Fitting, I suppose. It moves with his moods, brightening and darkening from moment to moment. Very few people have auras that vocal.
And I watch as it flares up when Mizuki walks into the room, even though his body language is composed and his smile nothing more than friendly. He can't fool me. And I watch it dim down to nearly nothing when she pays more attention to Sano than to him.
I wish I could comfort him. Do something to soothe the pain he doesn't know I know about. But that would be overstepping my boundaries. Creepy, he'd probably call it. Though not cruelly. He doesn't do anything with cruelty.
When he looks at me, all smiles and friendship and love and cheer, his aura doesn't so much as waver. There are no flares of excitement or hope or pleasure, just neutral, normal friendship. The same aura he projects to Sekime or Noe.
I don't get excited. I don't wonder if his hand brushing mine was truly accidental or secretly on purpose. I don't wonder if his smile is a little brighter when it's directed at me or if maybe, just maybe, he feels the same. I don't have to wonder, because the facts are presented to me as clear as day.
Sometimes, I wish I could delude myself.