Ouran/Inuyasha 1
She was always at the edge of his vision, a white entity that was never really there.
She would participate in club activities on the outskirts of the normally shrill female classmates.
Like with the coffee; the moment her hands touched a cup, she was back in her secluded chair, sipping the beverage.
Amusement danced in her sapphire eyes.
It was days like this that he truly loved being him. His cousin would fall asleep during one of his kendo practices, and he could carrying the small boy to the Host Club.
She would be seated, watching Kyoya in his own secluded corner.
But it was like she could sense them coming; they would entered, she would watch them, and that would be it.
Nobody ever tried approaching the girl, no one even seemed to notice her.
She was Mori's own special guest, but they never ever talked.