You met Hajime as he was attending college in California. You happen to live in the states, and had also been attending college in California at that same university. When he met you, he found your American accent to be cute, and he thought you were so attractive too.

You started dating after a while, and you still laughed at him about his culture-shock. He seemed rather lost as he drove around on the right side of the road. You were sitting in the passenger seat, wearing his clothes, and he thought you looked so pretty wearing them. His very warm right hand was holding your left. Your feet were up on the dashboard as you watched him get nervous at every turn, as he was used to driving on the left side of the road.

Every time you made a joke, he would laugh at you. He always said you were “so American”. You were so in love with him. He was a serious person but so oddly funny when he was learning how to adjust to being in the States. He always had you blushing and kicking your feet. You always told your friends that you would marry him if he kept that up.

Your friends never heard the end of it about how much you loved him. You could never sleep because you were to busy thinking up scenarios in your head about him. It wasn’t fair of him to make you feel this much.