This whole ‘talking to a girl’ thing was incredibly foreign to him. In his family it would always be Rayne returning home late from one of his dates and Atsuma sneaking girls into his room for an evening; then there was him. His largest experience with girls was those from books and his longest conversation with a girl was happening at this moment. However she didn’t seem scared, or bothered or even nervous. Maybe this is what having a conversation with someone was supposed to be like. It was nice, a nice change in his life and he really enjoyed it. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Akita.” Sure his words were formal but his smile was genuine and polite as he nodded his head to her. “Well formally meet you; I don’t think an announcement of who’s whom in class is the best way to get to know someone.” So they had a few classes together, he should actually keep an eye out for her instead of trying to avoid people. Would he come across as pushy if he waved to her in the hallways? Or smiled at her? Or asked to sit next to her in one of their classes together? He was new to this whole ‘friendship’ idea; a new idea that he wanted to venture into. 

“If I ever learn how to do that you’ll be the first one to get your eye color changed.” He responded, a pleasant looking expression moved across his face as he chuckled softly. “Sadly my eye color doesn’t give me any magical abilities. Much to my own dislike; but hey it makes me different.” A genuine smile moved across his fine lips once again. He had no reason to dislike his features, it was others who disliked them he had couldn’t control what people liked and disliked. Kenton learned that a long time ago, but that didn’t stop him from liking himself. 

“My favorite color?” He repeated sounding perplexed by her question. His thumb and pointer finger rent to rest against his chin as he thought. “You know, I’ve always liked yellow. Not so much on me but around me. I’ve always found yellow to be a bright and cheery color. And as someone who prefers to be happy compared to sad and depressed I like bright colors around me. Even my car is yellow.” He said with a small chuckle again.

This time he wanted to ask her a question. “What about you? What’s your favorite color? Oh and candy, what’s your favorite candy?”