1. studying

He stares at her from afar, watching her from the doorway of the classroom. She's studying intently and does not notice his gaze, so he continues to observe her. There are others in the classroom as well, lounging around and talking and socializing with each other. But not her. She's bent over her desk, concentrating on her algebra assignment. Whilst the others are gossiping and yelling about, the only sound he takes in her murmuring. She's repeating to herself the question, repeating the method and how to go about completing it. It amuses him how she does that, especially when she openly shouts, "Oh!" when she's finally understood it. The others glance in her direction curiously at her outbursts, but she takes no notice and continues on with a smile.

When she's finished, she hums to herself and finally looks up and notices his gaze, meeting his eyes and tilting her head peculiarly. He gives her a small smile and finally makes his way over to her desk, and she grins back at him.

2. singing in the rain

The last he saw her, she was running off into the rain, her face pained and pale. After some hesitation, he ended up following after her, already rehearsing in his head how he was to convince her to come back before she fell ill from the chilling downpour. But damn, she was fast. And small. And good at hiding. He sighed, hoping she had at least found some place dry.

His hair was already soaking wet, his clothes sticking to his skin, and still no sign of her. He paused to sit on a bench, panting, watching his breath turn white with the cold air. Where did she go? He could go back and wait, but he didn't want to. He couldn't leave her all alone in the rain. He wouldn't let himself. She was so small and-…

He froze, hearing her voice in the distance. He stood and slowly made his way toward it, the rain dulling the sound, making it hard to hear. But he eventually found her, sitting under a dripping Sakura tree, knees to her chest, singing. He had to look twice before seeing her small figure, huddled there, alone. She was singing a sad, sorrowful tune, with her lovely voice.

He made his way over and listened to her singing, not making his presence known until her voice grew hoarse and her melody ceased into soft crying.

She looked up and managed to smile at him through her tears, and it broke his heart.

3. flower; rose

They sat under a tree, taking in the summer breeze and smell of cut grass and damp soil. Neither of them said a word, but sat quietly in the company of the other, breathing in the warm air.

It was too late when they noticed the flower in her hair had been blown elsewhere, too late to note the direction it had gone, too late to catch it. She frowned and shrugged, closing her eyes for a nap instead, the humid temperature making her drowsy.

He glanced in her direction to make sure she was asleep, and ran off in the direction of their family garden. He stared wordlessly around at the various flowers, before gingerly pulling one from its place, and starting back in her direction.

When she wakes, he's beside her again, except that he is the one sleeping.

Feeling something usual, she reaches up to find a flower in her hair again—this one different, but sweeter smelling and softer than the last.

She smiles, then glances left and right, to make sure there are no others around.

When she kisses him and mutters a thank you, he smiles and pulls her into his arms.