You were currently practicing soccer on your school’s training field on the weekend. It was a sunny afternoon, and the field was empty besides you.

At least you thought.

Aryu walked up to the field, and was headed towards you with a look of fascination. As you were crouched pumping up your ball, he walked up behind you and entwined his finger through a lock of your hair.

“My my, your hair is quite glam, I must say.” He said with a tone of wonder, yet his expression was nonchalant.