40 When I Look At You

(Akira's POV)

At school, I tried my best to learn everything, even when the school lunch starts. Is this the reason I don't have friends? I think so. I became the class rep and the teacher trust me.

But I was not that confident, I mean I'm just an ordinary person while these people were the elites. I felt like a bump. But, everyone agrees that I should be the class rep. Oh well.

Eh? Why the girls look at me all look way? And why the boys look at me like want to laugh? And what's that glare Yamada Jun-san?

Anyway, everyone here didn't really know my real status. They only know that I and my sibling's relatives of Asuzawa family. So we still use our old family house. I was Akira Kudo, Hikaru and Hikari were Yamazaki. So people call me Kudo-kun. I didn't have a close friend that call me Akira.

From studying at school and continue at home, had lessons from big sis.

Two weeks ago big sis had a wedding with Mr.Han, but unexpectedly she got poisoned by someone. She was treated at the hospital. The three of us panic and worried something bad happened to big sis.

Thank goodness she woke up the next day. Weeks happened and she could go out from the hospital. Mr.Han refuse because of he still worried, but big sis insisted to stay at home.

From there she slowly recovers and thought us the lessons again. Her teaching was so easy to know than the teaching I got from school, I also sometimes discuss it with my smart brother.

When he told me that he was deliberately to enter D class, I was so furious. What are you doing? Big sis already has done everything to us yet you treat her like this?

But he said that big sis didn't mind and he said it was not the time to reveal his geniuses. I let out a sigh, this boy here was too arrogant. I wonder where he got that personality come from?

...

Good news, we sold all the products that big sis intrusted us. She said she will reward us later and gave us new tasks.

I wonder what it will be? She said she also accept our request, but right now there's nothing that I want. I just want to focus on the coming competition later.

I'm so nervous, why? because I will be the spokesperson for introducing the products, while big sis watched from afar. So, I need to prepare it really well. As they said, practice makes perfect.

"Ne~ Why you didn't want to cut your hair, Akira-kun?" said Big Sis.

"Ah, mmm....no reason. I will cut it later if you want."

"Really?! Yes! Yes! Please! You look cute that way!"

'Cute?'

Big sis said that I looked cute? I prefer neat though. But I will follow her request though. Sometimes big sis like a child sometimes likes an adult. Even though she was only 4 years older than me, or 5 years? I forgot.

I cut my hair with the help of maid 1. "Maa~ You look more handsome with this hair cut!" she said with sparkly eyes. When I looked at the mirror. Hmm, same old face. My hair got cut shorter and now everyone could see my eyes. I think this is enough.

...

When I went to school, suddenly everyone looked at me with surprise. Especially the girls that went 'Kyaa!'. What are they doing?

I ask one of my classmate in front of me. He suddenly got shocked, because I talk to him first. Well couldn't blame him that I never talk in the first place, suddenly talk to him.

I knew that I'm a transfer student. But, could you not act like this to me? Because of you people avoiding me, that I had reluctant to say something. But, I still ask him. His name was Yukino Suzuki.

"Suzuki-san, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Why the people here suddenly scream when I approached them? Or why they suddenly avoiding me?"

"Are you seriously asking me? Or you really don't know why people act like this to you?"

"Umm, no, I don't know. Tell me."

"Uwaaah, I thought you were full of yourself. But, when I look at you I think you tell the truth huh. You seriously don't know?" I shake my head telling him didn't know. "You perhaps didn't hear the girls calling you a prince or something. I mean just take a look at your face and compare them with other. Do you think the boys will avoiding you or not? Even that Jun guy felt inferior in front of you."

"You mean, I do not get hate?"

"Not really, not all of the people here like you. Maybe there are people that hate you. But you never know. Ah, if it's me don't worry. I'm neutral to you. But you know, I just got the sudden chill if I talk to you. I mean like, 'Holly this guy talk to me!'. You were like an idol I guess?"

"Idol?"

"Yeah, you had been nominated from girls that you are one of the top ten handsome guys. Now, you openly let your hair like this. Man! I wonder how many girls that turn into fans of yours."

"You think this hair cut is nice?"

"Not the main point, hah, yeah yeah. Anyway, you stayed here for about a month now. You still didn't have friends?"

"I don't," I looked at him and said, "Will you?"

"Wow! seriously stop looking at me like that! It gave a shiver. But the hell man, am I already your friend?"

"Eh?"

"Well, you see I treat people the same. Girls or boys. Even classmates. At least they talk to me, it will become my friends immediately. I'm just a simple person. So yeah, sure why not."

I smiled and said "Yoroshiku~"

Just like that Suzuki-san became my first friend. Later we talk more often, even his circle friends join us and I get to know his other friends.

Hmm? Why's she looked at me like that? Who is she again?

After we chatted quite a while. Jun Yamada came and glare at me with resentment. Why he acts like that though.

What did I do wrong? Suzuki-san or should I say now Yukino said that you didn't have to mind Yamada-san. He always likes that if there are a people more handsome than him. Oh~ I think I know why he acts rude that time.

Does he just want to check my face? Am I that handsome?

I bide goodbye to my friends and went back home with my siblings.

Before that, we stop at the cake shop to buy cakes for big sis. She asks me to do it after school. I looked at the cakes that I bought.

'So many, I think if I'm here. I couldn't finish it. Is she seriously going to finish this?'

Maybe she wants to share it with us, who knows?