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A sudden grasp of his shirt—a sudden appearance of an unknown individual. She sure was fearless, clutching onto the sleeve of a stranger… proclaiming such strange words out of nowhere… who was she? It was of interest to him—he stared for a moment, blinking. His expression blank, it was difficult to ascertain what he felt after the unforeseen encounter, the unexpected comment.
Not sparkling like they should be, huh? But they were pretty, she said. That was something at least. His arm remaining still, he doesn’t squirm away from the fingers grabbing the material. Instead, he tilts his head… curiosity in his eyes. “… your eyes are pretty too… I guess.” For some reason, he felt compelled to tell her the same. And they were—they were nice. But still, who was she? What did she want? Her eyes had nothing to do with this.
“How should my eyes be sparkling, then… eyes sparkle, do they..?” He’d never noticed such a thing before. But then, when did he pay attention to eyes that much? Maybe she was being symbolic and not literal. Hell, he didn’t even know who she was. How would he know what she meant? What a strange girl. “Your eyes are sparkling a bit… so, why aren’t myeyes doing the same?” He asked, demanding an answer from the girl who appeared so suddenly.
He wanted to know more.
amethyst eyes glitter in delight at the returned compliment, and she’s almost thrown off kilter by it. she hadn’t expected him to comment on her own eyes, and when he does it twice, it’s a clear surprise to the girl. she pauses for a moment, and then smiles gently. this boy is sweeter than she’d thought he’d be.
but there are more important things on her mind, and with it the smile she wears quickly fades away. determination once again floods her doll-like face.
❝ i think... ❞ she starts to speak before her voice trails off. up close now, the stranger’s dull and dim aura pushes at her chest like a cat seeking affection. her grip on his shirt tightens with it, as if she’s afraid that he’ll push her away and slip right through her fingertips.
❝ i think you’ve experienced something awful in the past... haven’t you? ❞ her words sound almost disconnected from herself as if she were reading from an unfamiliar document. when she continues, however, her voice and mind are connected once again, and she is nothing but confident. ❝ i think something or someone hurt you a long time ago... or maybe hurt someone else... but it hurt you and now it’s taken away the shine from your eyes. ❞
she pauses again for a moment, suddenly reminded of how strange this must be for the poor boy. a blink follows, and then she’s preparing herself for the inevitable name calling, for the boy to shove her away and call her strange and tell her to buzz off. still, she stammers one last statement before he can get the chance.
❝ i - i’m hinata hanako, by the way. uhm... super high school level miko. ❞
