He looked at her. Watching her eyes go wide. They kept getting wide as she gasped. He didn't lie to her. He told her the truth. Letting out a sigh of relief. He says. He turned beet red as she kissed him. Kissing her back as she held it. Watching her break the kiss and followed after her in a stunned state of mind. Following her into their class room. Watching her pick up her book. Looking at her and picked up her hair brush. Brushing out some knots in her hairs tenderly and gently. Putting her brush down and is a bright pink hue still. He looks at her and smiles a bit. "You are welcome." He says a bit nervously. Sitting down. "I am glad you don't hate me. I was afraid you would because I was violent with the jerk who tried to hurt my good friend." He says softly and shyly. He smiles and sits her down. "Can I braid your hair? I know how to french braid." He says and asks softly.