Swimming.

You pass your friends as you move to the gym – they smile and wave to you. One asks where you were, you tell them you were sick.

They smile and nod. Fuuka has such a lovely smile.

You pass James, a foreign exchange student – one of the few male friends you have. He finds your behavior odd.

"You look a little flush," he says with a smile, "Are you still sick?"

"No, I'm fine,"

"Hmm. Well, you missed a lot of classwork. The professor will be agitated if you don't catch up quickly."

"Can I see you after school then? You can give me your notes," you move a little closer into him than you usually do, your hips brushing into his.

"Sorry," he stammers, "I have... Tennis after school..."

"Oh," your voice is disappointed, but you don't back down. Something tells you... you should spend some time with James today.