During class, I am very  sleepy because last night I watched a movie that is being broadcast on the TV.

It was a school romance movie about a cool girl and a quiet boy. I watched it all night though the movie ended with a happy ending as the two of them got together in the end.

I still haven't found an answer to this fuzzy feeling that I feel towards Kato. It feels like it is a scene from that movie that I watched.

Although class is ongoing, I lie my head down on my desk and I go to sleep.

I close my eyes and I began to remember what happened yesterday.

I rode on the back of Kato's bicycle and we went home together.

It was only for a really short time but it was really fun. But it that doesn't change the fact that I was bullying him.

That fact hits me like a train, why am I getting familiar with him now? Though I wonder if Kato is afraid of me because of all that I've done to him.

I open my eyes a little bit and I look at Kato, wait why is he is staring at me? I wonder if my face is red with excitement.

Kato is looking at my face seriously.

I'll surprise him by suddenly opening my eyes. I wonder if it's like this for boys when they are pranking the girls that they like

I opened my eyes and for a moment Kato and I are looking at each other then Kato hurriedly look at his notebook, he picks up his mechanical pencil and is writing something in his notebook.

He looks really upset that it's so obvious. I got up and stare at Kato, Kato pretends that he didn't know that I was staring at him and he is looking between the blackboard and his notebook really fast.

I wonder how shy he is?

"You were looking at me, weren't you?" I said that in a teasingly manner

After I've said that Kato's movement have completely stopped.

He looks like a stone statue, so I tried asking him more questions but the bell for the end of class rings at that moment.

At the same time, Kato gets up and starts running.

"Hey, wait"

He ran off to change for the PE class. It's too bad as I want to tease him more.

On Kato's desk was a mess of pencil dust and a notebook with no written words on it.