Meet Her Eyes

Purple eyes. That's—unusual, right?

I don't remember much. (Bad memory. My brain's like a leaky bucket. 🐱) But I do remember watching something on TV once. Something about how humans don't have real purple eyes. It's a trick of the light. Or something about genetics. (Hmm... Okay I forgot. 🙃)

Same as black eyes. Not dark brown. Black as ink. Also not normal.

My Kemi senses are tingling. Why I feel this weird something?

I don't know. But hey! the girl with purple eyes is with someone I do know—

...~•~...

"Farasyah-san!" I chirp, waving as I get closer.

Farasyah-san turns and smiles—warm, calm, like she knew I'd find her. Because of course, I would.

"Ah, there you are," she says. "Enjoying the icebreaker?"

I beam. "Yes! Jisoo isn't, though."

Jisoo immediately glares at me.

But no scary glare. Still adorable like how she always looks... (How do you do that, Jisoo-ya? ⛅)

Farasyah-san just laughs. "That's fair."

"Oh! Did you deliver it, Farasyah-san?"

She blinks, then nods. "Yes. Your package is safe in the teacher's room."

"Yatta! Thank you! You're the best!"

"I try," she says, amused.

Then, my eyes land on the girl beside her. The one with the pretty walking stick.

She's looking at me, like she wasn't expecting someone to zoom up to her so fast. She's standing there, watching me with a soft, almost amused expression. Seems warm... Like soft pillows.

The White-Haired girl with purple eyes...

...~•~...

Sweet.

That's the first word that pops into my head. Not just because of how she looks. Not just because of the warm, soft way she holds herself. But... Do I smell that?

It's not candy-sweet. Not sugar or fruit or vanilla. It's something... a sweet scent I can't quite name.

Am I imagining things? ...It's probably perfume. Yeah.

I push the weird thought away and beam at her instead.

"Hi hi!" I say, as bright as possible. "So!" I clasp my hands together.

"I'm Hakachi Kemiko! From Japan. This is Jisoo-ya. Moon Ji Soo from South Korea, my roommate!"

The girl's soft purple eyes flicker to Jisoo, and she smiles.

Then she looks back at me. "It's nice to meet you, Kemiko-chan." — "...Jisoo-ya."

(Kyaaah~ she called me Kemiko-chan!✨ Her voice... So soft! ☁️)

🇨🇿 "I'm Milena." — "Milena Dobrý, from Czechia."

🇯🇵 "Czechia??"

🇨🇿 "Yes, Czech Republic."

🇯🇵 "Whoa... You're name so pretty!" — "Your country has pretty name too, Dobrý-san!"

🇨🇿 "You may call me by name, Kemiko-chan." — "I'd like to be friends with you."

🇯🇵 "✨" — "Un! Happy to be friends, Milena-san!"

...~💜 ⛅ 🦋 🍓~...

Wait, I'm still confused about something. I point at her walking stick. "Are you hurt, Milena-san?"

She blinks, tilting her head. "Oh! No."

"...Then why walk with a stick? Cause it's pretty?"

Jisoo immediately kicks my shoe.

Farasyah-san, however, just chuckles.

🦋 "Kemiko, this is a mobility aid." — "some people use mobility aids even if they look just fine."

I blink. "Oh."

Milena-san just smiles softly. "I use it for balance."

Oooooh. That makes sense!

I nod seriously. "Un! Understand."

She giggles. "I'm glad."

Before I can bombard her with more questions, I suddenly remember that...

Ooh! I'm not done with my ice breaker paper yet, I still have 2 more squares! 🙀

I'm running out of time! T-T

So I bowed, "Excuse us! Farasyah-san, Milena-san."

Then I turned to Jisoo, grabbing her hand again. "Let's goooo!"

I'm enjoying the early night, as Jisoo questions her whole life choices. (Aaaall over again. ^-^')

And off we go~ ⛅🍓

...~•~...

At this point, Jisoo has probably accepted her fate. She's just letting herself being dragged around like a balloon tied to me.

"Okay," I mutter to myself, scanning the room like a detective on a mission. "Next square... Find someone who has a pet that's not a cat or a dog."

Hmmm.

I squint at the crowd.

Then—Target found.

A girl in a denim jacket, brown hair tucked neatly behind her ear.

She's standing alone, signing someone else's paper. The other student thanks her, then leaves.

And now—It's my turn.

...~•~...

I bounce up to her, my usual approach. "Hi hi!" — "Do you have a pet? Not a cat or a dog?"

She blinks.

For a second, I wonder if she heard me.

Then—Her eyes lower to her shoes.

A long pause. Almost too long before finally—

"No." — "...Sorry."

A small voice.

Her lips curl into a polite little smile, but... her eyes don't match it.

Her crystal blue eyes are empty. There's nothing in them. Just... Nothing.

Like she's somewhere far, far away.

...Oh. That pain~

I figure that... I gotta do something... But what can I do?

• • • 💡

"It's okay!" . . . "Here, have some cake!" 😺

...~•~...

[🇰🇵 Moon Ji Soo 🇰🇷]

The girl says no.

Kemiko blinks and paused.

A normal person would say, "Oh, okay!" and move on.

But Kemiko does not function like a normal person.

Instead—With all the sunshine in the world... she reaches her hand out.

✨✨✨⛅ "Here! Have some cake!" ⛅✨✨✨

• • •

The girl stares. 😶

I stare. 😶

I internally face palm myself in disbelief. Giving Kemiko the most confused side-eye of my life.

Because it was a MACARON! (Not cake... 🍰) wait... ⁉️ WHEN DID SHE GET THAT.

At no point did I blink long enough for her to snatch a macaron from the dessert table.

And yet... Somehow... Here we are.

The girl, slowly takes it. Like 'no' isn't a choice and she's accepting her fate.

And before either of us fully processed what had happened—

"Enjoy!"

I was like 🫥

The girl: 😶

"Have a sweet night!" Kemiko waves and pulls me along.

Leaving the girl standing there, staring at the yellow macaron in hand—Processing her entire life.

...~•~...

So, guess what?

I saw her again! The Italian girl! 🇮🇹 Livia Caruso 🇮🇹

She has brown fluffy hair, brown eyes, olive skin, that makes you think of something warm and nice.

Anyways!

She was so mad at lunch earlier. Like, really mad. All because of salt.

And now?

Now she's just standing there, happily judging every edible thing like a food critic.

(Wait... what's a food critic?? 🐱)

And guess what? She ended being the one signing one of my squares.

Because back at her home in Italy, she has a pet that's not a cat or a dog.

And do you know what it is?

A rat... named ✨Pesto✨

A RAT. 🐀 I wasn't ready for that.

And ooh... She also has bird 🐦 ✨Cannoli✨

...~•~...

If you finished the icebreaker paper before the opening speech, you get a prize—

A free item from the school merch AND a custom name pin.

Like, wow.

So, of course, I had to win.

I ran. I searched. I did my best—But the speech is about to start. Everyone is called to take a seat.

I looked down at my paper.

And.

I still had one square left.

One. Just one. I was so close...

And Jisoo? Her paper was done.

I should have been sad... but when I saw the merch options on the prize table...

You know what was sitting there?

Mugs, T-shirts, and... Plushies. Plushies of GPPS's Wild Guard members.

And do you know who loves plushies?

Moon Ji Soo.

So, actually? It's fine—I'm fine.

Because that will make Jisoo happy. If Jisoo is happy... then I'm happy too.

And that's that. Jisoo chose a white tiger plushie. 🤍

...~•~...

...Okay, story over!...

...Now shhh! The opening speech is starting!...

...~⛅ 🍓~...

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