when riki moved from japan to south korean it was definitely not easy for him. he skipped half of his school days, just staying home and dancing. he was in love with dancing and he wanted to spend all his life doing it. his parents, besides working, had a little dance class with a few other people and riki spent most of his hours inside that practice room.

in one of those days when he attended school, he heard some of his classmates talk about some girl: a teen model who attended their school. they talked about how they’ve seen her around, about how quiet she was and how pretty she was. riki got curious.

as they were having lunch, he noticed her. long black hair, lips so full that seemed fake, a soft face with a cute nose. he could understand why she was a model. she didn’t meet his expectations though: he thought she was one of those self centered girls, who had a bunch of friends and came to school with mini skirts. instead, she was quiet, indeed pretty but modest. she always sat alone, never eating anything, sometimes sipping on her juice. it was riki could see his reflection on her eyes.

they didn’t attend the same classes, but she always stayed after school at the library, with her glasses on, reading a book while playing with her own hair. she seemed sweet, quiet. riki took that occasion and sat on her same table, trying to put on his nonchalant persona.

“hey. you new?”