Writing from Fuji

Should I accept his love?

Or act as I don't know?

Talking to him enriched my life,

In more ways than one.

It's all Ryoma's fault for smiling at him.

I can't tell if he loves me or not,

Through his fierce mask.

My heart beats fast at the mention of him,

His closeness makes me shiver.

He copied my hairstyle,

Isn't that cool?

I love his fair skin,

Pale as a vampire.

And his bone-thin body.

Oh, what joy it is, to think of him.