Ryo kissed me. His gentle full lips have touched mine. Like a feather brushing over my skin. Gently applying pressure. It happened so quickly, I could have well imagined it. Especially considering his royal indifference now.
We were sitting in the bus to school. I was wearing my school uniform, hating every bit of it. The horrors of going to a private school is that you look like a freak, in a gray bland skirt and even more bland gray jacket. Ryo on the other hand looked like a god. He had picked up black clothes and they suited him like the semi god he was. A handsome devil.
It's strange how the bond has changed my body already. I feel safe. I've always felt anxious, deeply insecure, alone. Vulnerable. But with Ryo's bond I feel a form of safety. Like power is brewing inside of me, deep down. Expanding slowly inside of all my being. Calm but powerful.
The people on the bus were all staring. Openly staring at Ryo.
And he seemed completely oblivious to it. Did he notice? If yes, he was really good at hiding it.
But I didn't care about what he was thinking. I was lost in my own thoughts. The bus drove through the neighborhood. A grey rainy sight looked back at me through the dirty window.
"He is so handsome! Did you see him?" a girl whispered to her friend. Even the men in the bus looked at Ryo, as if he was famous. Giving him looks of respect. I saw someone pull out of a phone, filming him not so discreetly. What a stalker society we live in.
The dirt on the window looked like words. Forming letters. A C and a A.. I could make out the word "CALLING". YOUR CALLING HAS COME. I blinked again, it was gone. What was happening? Did I just imagine it? It looked so real.
"I think we arrived" Ryo called out to me, waking me up from my daydream.
"What?" how did he know. But every student dressed in the same uniform as me was standing up, moving towards the doors. Letting Ryo move in front, to leave the bus first. He grabbed my hand. An invisible current running through me.
"Come on." he insisted, before pulling me out of the bus.
"Who is he?" I heard a girl say this to another pupil.
I couldn't believe it. No one knew or cared about me in my school, despite going there for five years now. But he had already attracted the attention of every single human being around us.
The wind was hauling around us, distracting everyone, starting to cover from it.
"Are you doing that?" I shout at him through the noise.