one [sachio ueda]

s e v e n : m a i

I turned to see Rao. Bet he was feeling bad for me and came out just so that I'm not sitting alone. Why do some people have to be nice? What are you going to do when you come across a dick like Sachio?

That reminded me of something.

Sachio and Rao had a physical fight once. That too, not a friendly one. People say they're trying to get along because of Fujio.

Fujio had a place in everyone's heart. Even mine, to be honest. He has many friends. But I only got one and that's him.

"I do, alright?" I sneered, facing forward again. "I'm just not that close to them."

"Me too. I'm not that close to them." He sat down beside me.

"You're just saying. You adore Fujio."

"Don't you?"

I paused.

"It doesn't matter. He's got a lot of friends anyways."

"So you want someone all to yourself?"

"I don't want anything."

He kept quiet for a while.

"I'll be your friend." He finally said.

"Huh?"

"I'll be your friend." He repeated with a shrug.

"I heard that. I'm asking why."

"You seem like a nice person."

That's the first time someone said that to me.

The difference between Rao and Sachio? Sachio looks at all the negative things about you first and Rao considers the good thing about you.

My crush on Sachio wasn't gone so I couldn't help comparing him to everyone I met.

I wish I could slap myself right now.

"Don't bother wasting your time." I spat. "I'm a boring person anyways."

"There's gotta be something." He disagreed.

Yeah. Like stalking Sachio my whole life.

"I like donuts."

"Me too." He smiled. "I like the bubblegum one."

"Chocolate is better."

"Nutella? Oreo?"

"Oreo."

"That's the better one."

I realised talking to Rao wasn't that bad. He could be a potential friend.

"You're smiling." He leaned forward to look at my face.

I didn't realise that until he stated it.

"So?" I didn't stop smiling right away. Or else it would seem forced.

"You seem like someone who doesn't smile much."

"I don't know about that." I pursed my lips. "I don't care either."

"What do you care about then?"

"Animals." I didn't hesitate to find the answer.

"That makes you a nice person."

"No, it doesn't. I've heard about serial killers who love animals."

He chuckled again. If he doesn't stop smiling, I will find myself squishing his face.

"Do you think I can become a serial killer?" I continued.

"Nah." He shook his head. "You're too soft."