Ryu has large, boyish eyes.
Even though we’re the same age, he hasn't hit his growth spurt like I did. But I admit, while I got him with my grown-up looks, attitude-wise he might has well be an old man like shishou. When he tells (nags) me it’s time to practice meditation in an even tone—his round face, his big brown eyes—he looks like an angry puppy. Hehheh, makes me wanna ruffle his shaggy head.
So, what is it about tonight? Why does he look so different? The small lantern burning in the corner is our only light. The shadows cast show the shape of his face, hiding his cute eyes. No, it's enhancing their shape. They're sharp and sculpted, actually.
He reaches out with his calloused hand to stroke along my foot to my knee. But his touch is so gentle it makes me think they’re soft, pampered hands instead.
...I hate how I’m the one pursing my lips and feeling my cheeks get hot. Irritating. Ryu should be making this kind of face, not me.
Ryu's got me beat. I can't match his maturity, I think, as I look away from his hungry eyes burning into me.
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