The Dullness in His Eyes (KuroKen)

Chapter 5

A/N: Oooh a roller coaster ahead, well for me to write ;v;

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"Kenma! Hey!" I heard her call from behind me as I walked toward the cafeteria. It's been two weeks since she first talked to me, and I'm still having a hard time believing that she truly did, not without an ulterior motive anyway.

But then again she's not like those other popular people who gets a kick out of seeing others humiliated.

Since then, she's been meeting up with me (if that what you would call this) and sitting with me everyday at lunch, starting up small talk like 'How are you doing in your classes' or 'Get any good rest last night?'

I try my best to be active in the conversation, but she doesn't seem to mind my short responses. She's just tells me, 'It's fine. I can tell that you're listening and that's what counts.'

"H-hey" I say as I stop and wait for her to catch up. 

She smiles brightly at me once she caught up. "How are you today?"

I could feel my face heating up slightly as we started walking again. I don't think I'll ever get use to her smiling at me directly. Her smiles are always bright and majestic, her eyes matching those smiles perfectly.

Its a little too much to handle.

"I'm okay."  'Happy that you're here'

She adjusts her bag on her shoulder as she nods. "That's good..."

She didn't say anything after that. She seemed like she was expecting something, her eyes darting from me to in front of her periodically. I looked down at the floor, biting my lip. I'm terrible at conversations and starting them is worse than engaging in one for me. It's painfully obvious that she would like to have a conversation with me but she wants me to start it, which, is completely reasonable.

Over these two weeks, she's been the one starting the conversations along with engaging the most in them. I don't look at her when I speak to her so it must feel like she's talking to herself.

'When talking to someone, try to make eye contact, okay sweetie?' Is what my mother tells me, but I don't usually do what she advised. People don't talk to me and vise versa. If people do talk to me, they quickly lose interest in whatever conversation they started because of my "engagement" in the conversation.

Throughout my years in school Reijin is the only person who never loses interest in our conversations despite my lack of engagement -which is kinda sad considering I'm 15 now (Reijin the same age)-. She has the same bright eyes she does when talking to others who have communication skill significantly better than mines, not that I've been stalking her. It's just hard to not notice her in a room. She's been putting up with my short sentences longer than anyone so I don't blame her for wanting me to start a conversation.

Considering those facts, It's the least I can do.

"How are you?" I say quietly looking away from the floor to look at her. She looks up at me with a slightly surprised expression before she lets a warm smile form on her face. Her smile is almost contagious, a small, probably unnoticeable smile etching its way on my face as she began to explained that she was fantastic.

I like her smiles, whether they are directed towards me or some other student here.

But I like them the most when I'm the cause of them.