Complicated
Girls were such simple creatures, Len thought scathingly. Cooing over this or that, chatting about boys and make-up, all from well to-do families that appreciated the culture of music, all the girls were the same: dull, uninteresting, and simple.
But then Kahoko had come along.
Leaving Len at a loss for words.
A flustered Gen-Ed student not yet disillusioned by reality, Kahoko was driven solely by her love of the violin and her happiness with life. She was a genius, picking up the instrument as fast as she did, and she was interesting; being a member of the Gen-Ed school, she had to excel in all things instead of only one. And then she had a secret, one that silently isolated her from all the others, making her different, making her tragic and complex and new.
It was ridiculous, of course, for Len Tsukimori to be so focused on a mere girl. Absurd, really; he had no need for them.
But...
Len glanced out at the girl from his hiding place, watching as she silently stared at her violin, almost on the verge of tears, before picking it up to play.
She was complicated.
And that was enough to hold his interest for now.