You'd see Sana sitting atop one of the school's many picnic tables, eyes slightly hooded, lips slightly pulled up, gazing into the eyes of her boyfriend. He's the class comedian - the one who'd break out the slapstick humour when situations would get a little too serious, but who was now strumming a guitar, looking up into the eyes of the most perfect girl he'd ever had the privilege of meeting. 

Sana's friends would gather around with arms folded, heads tilted to the side, with confusion, disbelief, amusement and a plethora of other mixed emotions running through their minds. Being quite the softie herself,  Sana would try to shoo her friends away from the scene, her boy's fingers now stumbling on chords and messing up tabs like the first time he'd tried to serenade her.

Other guys in the schoolyard would take note of how the sunlight would illuminate the pale smoothness of Sana's skin, how the uniform was fit to her every curve, or how they'd die for a chance to be at the receiving end of that look she gives him. The girls in Sana's squad groans at how much of a dork the guy is, what erts the other guys in their year were, but concludes that maybe Sana's picked the right one, considering that he's, realistically speaking, the closest thing their school has to a charming romantic. 

You'd see the light pinkish hues of the sky darken to a deep shade of crimson, a visual representation of how far the boy's falling for the Japanese girl before him. His fingers barely strike the steel strings of the acoustic guitar, his chords which he'd forced himself to memorise over the course of three months fade into one thought and one thought only: Sana. Sana looks beautiful. Sana looks gorgeous against a warm backdrop and boy does he want to catch her bubblegum-tinted lips in a kiss. 

Sana's never kissed him though.

Then, you'd see Sana hop off the top of the picnic table as soon as she sees the analog clock near the cafeteria hit 16:00:25, slinging a strap of her bag (which was in the shape of Hello Kitty, mind you) over her shoulder in the process. She rewards her boyfriend, now showing the least subtle signs of disappointment in his boyish features, wit