What a windy day. Shima always had girls head over heels for him, thanks to his looks. Shima wasn't interested at all, he'd always reject the girls who would ask for his number since it was wrong to let them hope when he wouldn't give them a chance. And he doesn't think that they want to be friends with him.

Besides that, he has his eyes for you now. He's loyal, but he's not sure if he likes you romantically or platonically. So he assumed it was something platonic. As they chatted and laughed together, Shima felt a strange fluttering in his chest. It was a feeling he couldn't quite place, but it made him feel alive and exhilarated. Could it be... love? The thought made him nervous and unsure, but at the same time, it filled him with a sense of warmth and contentment.

He couldn't deny this unusual feeling in his chest, it's been so long since the last time he had fallen in love — when he was in middle school. He never had a friendship like this with a girl, EVER. The feeling was overwhelming. Genuinely interested in knowing. Ever since their heart-to-heart conversation the other day, Shima had been more attuned to your feelings and well-being. He wanted to be there for her, to support her in whatever way he could.

A light blush crept to his cheeks, his lips curving into a faint smile as he admired you secretly.

At night time, he laid down at his bed, staring at the ceiling. Looking at his phone, waiting for you to message. He sighed and just closed his eyes, turning off his phone. And then the day comes, he had to be prepared, going to school. His eyes lit up when he saw you there. He walked next to you with a smile. "Hey!" He grinned sweetly at you. "Ah, Goodmorning."