Introvert - [JJK]

1. Wishy Washy

Japan is still cold. No one can walk outside without a coat or at least a jacket on their body.

At this moment, people love to spend their time at the cafeteria--talk randomly with friends, relations, or even with lovers--enjoying the hot chocolate while waiting for the first snow this year through the window.

Hazel is sitting on the long bench at University Park. Ignoring some people who walk quickly--trying to catch the next bus at the bus stop.

She is just silent, looking forward to the purple sky with blank eyes--no expression at all.

No words come out from her plump pinky lips. No smile appears since she sits there for almost two hours.

People must think she is idle. No, she is busy. Busy for thinking such complicated things that people might not think of them--or will never think of those.

Why do people look so glad and grateful even though they hate their life? Why do people need to manipulate their feelings? They need to express what they feel, just be honest at least ... to themselves.

Hazel sighs, she takes a deep breath until she feels the air entering her lungs simultaneously.

Why do they not explode as she does?

Why?

It's been years and she is still looking for the answer. Why she explodes while the others are not?

Dug

"Hey, can you pass the ball?"

Hazel turns her head and finds a basketball that hits her knee. Instead of throwing the ball back to those boys--who are waiting for that orange ball, so they can start the game at the field--Hazel decides to observe their look.

There are three boys, who seem like University basketball players--all of them wear that iconic jersey.

The first one is the boy who asks for help from Hazel, the most friendly among them. The second one is the boy who looks at her with those intimidating eyes. And the last one is the expressionless boy.

Without any words, Hazel picks the ball and throws it.

The shortest boy catches that ball, he is about to give her a little smile but he holds it back when realizes that Hazel doesn't even look at him.

He sighs, "Why she always looks mad?"

"It's not our business. Let's go," says the boy with those intimidating eyes.

Hazel hears that, but she chooses to not be disturbed by that. She knows people will hate her easily since she is expressionless and not friendly at all.

Ignoring them is better than says a word to defend herself.

The shortest boy nods, he follows his friend back to the field and starts the game.

Once Hazel looks back to the boys but suddenly she finds one of them--the taciturn boy gives her a sweet small smile.

That smile...

The sweetest smile ever.

Hazel gulps. Do ... do that boy smile at her? Or is she just daydreaming?

Who's that boy?

Well, that's the first time Hazel feels curious for someone else.

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Note: This story will only contain a light plot without any massive conflicts. But if I get the opportunity I will take the plot seriously and make it better. So, please enjoy and feel free to correct the grammar or give me some comments 🌼

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