When you are alone and not busy you start thinking about deep things like what your purpose is. Or at least something like 'should I do something?'
"Do you mind if I it next to you, Asahi?"
It is too cold to daydream. So, I sat on a benches, in the playground, thinking like that, when that boy suddenly appeared; the one with the notebook that talked to me yesterday. What was his name again?
"I'm Hitoshi. We talked yesterday."
"I-I remember."
"I'm glad."
Hitoshi took a seat on the opposite side of the bench. Wait, when did I give him permission to do that? …But, I couldn't just tell him to go away.
For the rest of break-time, he didn't really say anything else, just sketched something in his notebook.
Since the book was angled away from me, I couldn't make out what it was. It couldn't be me, right? No, way. He didn't even look my way once after all.
Wait, what am I getting worked up about? It's not like I want him to look at me or anything. What he does is none of my business after all.
Soon, the bell rang signalling the end of break.
"Do you mind if I walk with you? I don't remember where the next class is."
So, that's what he was after.
"Do what you like."
Although I thought that would be the end of that, Hitoshi came to sit at the bench at lunch as well. His lunch looked really good. It was filled with food of all sorts of colours eggs, sausages, rice and chopped vegetables. It made me feel hungry. Well, until I saw my own lunch box.
"I'm from a family of artists, so the lunch I made probably looks better than it tastes."
There's no need to comfort me, Hitoshi. I'm already used to this…
The lunch box contained two sandwiches. Both had fallen apart. They were just two pieces of bread with curry in between after all.
"Does Asahi make her own lunch?"
"I don't. My mum…"
Why did I feel like apologising? If he didn't want to see this, he should have sat some where else.
This is the reason that I stopped eating food in the lunch hall at grade school…
We didn't say anything else to each other after that.
For some reason, I though that he would ask to walk home with me after school. That would have been a good chance to tell him to get lost.
Wait, why am I thinking so much about him any way?
Think about something else.