You remember the first time you met him. You were new to the school. Kids from different shapes and sizes were plastered all over the classroom. No one bothered to come greet you. But that was okay, you were used to being alone. You decided to sit in the far left corner, away from everyone else. You were off in a different world when a voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Do you want to help me draw a picture?"

You looked up in surprise and a boy your age stared back at you. He was holding a piece of paper and some spare crayons. You nodded silently and he took that as a cue to grab a seat next to you. You don't know what came over you, but you had the sudden urge to introduce yourself. You stretched out your hand.

"Mikan Sakura."

His face broke out in a toothy grin and took your hand in his.

"Ruka Nogi."

From that point on, he held a special place in your heart.


"Hotaru?"

His voice rings out from across the room, bringing attention to both him and the transfer student. Her raven hair was cut short with piercing velvet eyes. You feel a tug in your heart as you watch the little exchange from across the room. Getting up from your seat, you smoothly walk across the room towards the duo.

"Ruka? Who's this?" You say, putting your hand on top of his shoulder.

"Oh, that's right. I haven't introduced you guys yet." He said, looking from me to her.

"Hotaru, this is Mikan, my childhood friend. Mikan, this is Hotaru. My girlfriend.

Your world shattered into pieces that instant.


You don't get it. You glance at the mirror, but your reflection doesn't deceive you. Perfect 24 inch waist, flat tummy, and long legs. Fitted head to toe in designer clothes and to top it off, your honey brown hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Nothing but the best. So why, after all these years, did he still think of you as a childhood friend? You think back to the time that you met her. Her hair was choppy and you could tell by first glance that she couldn't care less about her appearance. She wore baggy clothes that didn't fit her body. And yet, it was still her.


You don't know why you're here. Following her. Sporting attire you never thought you'd ever wear. She averts her gaze towards your direction and you manage to cover yourself just in the nick of time. She doesn't notice. You heave a sigh of relief.

Half the day flies by and you still find yourself tracing after her. You decide to call it a day and reach over to grab your bag when a cry prevents you from doing so. Two metres left of you, you spot a cat stuck on a tree. You follow your instinct and take your phone out of your purse. As you're struggling to dial the digits, you notice a crowd forming around the tree. Curious, you push through the sea of people only to find her, the one you've been following all day halfway up the tree. You're confused as everyone else is, but then you realize that she's trying to get to the cat. She's almost there, just a few more steps, the little guy's barely out of her reach. You find yourself cheering for her. A victory yell escapes from your mouth alongside many others when you see a bundle of fur is secured tightly in her arms. At that moment, you realize that she's perfect for him, just like how perfect he is for her.

You don't take many steps away before you collide into something firm and resistant. You glance up to find a pair of crimson eyes staring back at you. Maybe a new love isn't such a bad idea after all.