She was beautiful, but she saw you as the prettiest girl in the world.

You were a foreigner from the U.S. (or a regular Japanese girl) who had come to (lived in) Japan for unspecified reasons, but you loved it.

After living in the stunning cities for years since you were two, you met new people while learning the language, everything seemed to be going well. And, it still would be, of course.

Aiko Fujino; she was a regular student. Participated in clubs, studied hard, made friends, was approachable, absolutely gorgeous, and she seemed to like you lots.

Good thing she knew a good amount of English, as you never stopped speaking it when you left your home country. Actually, most of the kids knew good amounts of English, which was a relieving fact for you, even if you already knew most of the Japanese language already.

Aiko said goodbye to her other friends with a friendly smile, then swiftly but quickly ran up to you who was sitting in the corner seat by the window with a white paper bag in her hands.

"Hello! I brought something for you, something you might like since it's almost the holidays. I hope you like it."

She giggled, staring at you with that same toothy smile while holding out the bag to you. She was surprisingly good at giving thoughtful gifts despite the both of you being young teens.