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Classes have started... I've been doing a little writing already for the school paper... working hard in tennis practice... still need to get a hold of Akutagawa-kun and Atobe-kun for our physics project (how "juice" applies to physics is beyond me)... I guess that's it.
I don't know what I did... but Fuji has been... different... toward me since classes started. We had such an incredibly good time last Saturday on our adventure... and I thought we were building a really good friendship already, but...
He's different. I've already started to learn to read his smiles and something is bothering him. Yet I don't know that I can ask him what's wrong, not yet. What worries me the most is that his glance slides off mine...
I don't like how my stomach feels when this happens.
I don't know what I did... but Fuji has been... different... toward me since classes started. We had such an incredibly good time last Saturday on our adventure... and I thought we were building a really good friendship already, but...
He's different. I've already started to learn to read his smiles and something is bothering him. Yet I don't know that I can ask him what's wrong, not yet. What worries me the most is that his glance slides off mine...
I don't like how my stomach feels when this happens.