After packing his clothes and tidying his room, Hiro was now standing infront of the mirror.
Under the light of the morning sun which was flowing inside his room from the window, Hiro's skin was glowing.
His appearance as handsome as ever, some strands of his curly black hair were dangling infront of his eyes, partially obstructing his vision.
Slightly slicking back those lose strands of hair, Hiro muttered to himself as he looked at his image in the mirror, "May be I should cut my hair during my home visit."
While muttering such, something perked up inside him as he began to stare at his image in the mirror even more closely.
Staring at his own figure, he began to softly feel his face as he mumbled to himself, absent-mindedly, "I never knew that I was this good looking."
Because of the constant struggle to prove himself, he had never paid much attention to his face in neither of his lives.
