She sits on the wall, his wall, the one he passes every day on the way to school and back. She's the girl labeled a freak because her hair is too light to be blond and has too much thickness and gleam to be true white but it must be natural because her roots are always the same color.
They never get past the hair to notice her eyes.
Maybe because her head is always turned down. He can see them though. When she sits on his wall, kicking out her feet and enjoying it's height; when she looks down he can see that they’re clear blue, startling and bright. Most would associate their clarity and color with winter, but to him, they were far too warm to ever be that.
A Gift of Freedom - Now on AO3!
You can probably guess from the snippet but it’s basically AU high school Seto/Kisara. IT WAS ONE OF MY FIRST SHIPS AND I’M STILL VERY SOFT FOR THEM.
But there’s also a non-fanfiction version of this story about to be published in a newsletter called Flash in a Flash!!!! On Tuesday!!!! I’m going to be a published author T.T
Their signup page (in case anyone wants to see the story when it goes live) and their Facebook page (in case anyone is like, what’s all this then.)
(And I don’t mind if anyone happens to find me on Facebook from there, all my socials are under my penname anyway lol.)
