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Chapter one

September part I

Naminé Strife watched the world become a blur of passing colours as the scenery sped by in her father's car, clutching her sketchbook and bag close. She was still unhappy with her parents for enrolling her in a fancy school. She wasn't good with people and they knew that, but supposedly they thought it would be good for her to "open up to a variety of new people and ideas". And so here she was on the first day of school, going to a place where she would never belong. She was bitter with the whole idea. How were her parents stupid enough to think that she would ever change by going to a place like this? She was who she was, weren't her parents supposed to accept that?


The first thing Sora noticed was that the sun was in his eye. The second thing he noticed was that it was a school day.

His senses shot awake. Today was the first day of school! How could he forget? Shooting up and out of his messy bed, he threw open his closet and looked for his uniform with a groan. He'd forgotten to clean out his closet. His laptop, socks, food, junk, garbage, textbooks, everything was in there. He took just enough time to yell down the stairs.

"MOM!" He shouted, throwing an empty bag of chips behind his head. "It's the first day of school! How could you forget to wake me up?"

There was no reply. She was probably just drunk again. Finally he found his shirt and classic blue checkered tie, but what about his pants? Running a frustrated hair through his wild chocolate spikes, he threw his laptop charger behind him while digging around. Pulling out his pants, he chucked his pajamas off and changed just as fast. Not really bothering to fix his untamed hair, he found his backpack and ran downstairs. Sure enough, there was his lazy mother passed out on the couch in the middle of a million beer bottles and sighed. Streamers and cups were everywhere on the hardwood floors, and there were stains of what he hoped was only vomit.

His mother was a heavy alcoholic and partied all the time without knowing when to stop. Trying to forget about his father, he grabbed a slice of bread in his mouth, slipped on his shoes, and ran out of the house. He'd deal with the mess later. For right now, he had to make it to Destiny Waves performing arts school for his first day. A goofy grin stretched up onto his cheeks as he thought about it. He'd paid a lot and worked hard to get accepted into that school; it was one of the most expensively amazing schools in town. He still hadn't told anybody the job he'd taken up to pay for the fees though.

His backpack thumping against his back, he suddenly remembered that he was going the wrong way. If he didn't hurry he would be late! Looking over his shoulder, he saw the shortcut through the woods. It may not be safe, but at the moment he didn't care. He had to get to school and fast. Dashing through the overgrown grass, he pushed the branches and leaves out of the way as he tripped over roots. Which way was the school again? After rushing through the depths of the forest, he finally saw a road in the distance. Supposing that was something he could follow, he went ahead.


"So, are you excited for your first day?" Her father asked, attempting to break the ice.

"Yes." Naminé lied. She wasn't as interested in breaking the ice.

"You're going to meet a lot of people." He continued. "You'll have to do better than that."

"Do what better than what?" The blonde replied, staring out the window blankly. She didn't know the school would be this far away. They'd been driving for quite a while now, and she'd like to stop talking as soon as possible.

"If you're going to make some new friends, you have to socialize better than that." He lectured.

"Father, I'll be fine. There's nothing wrong with the way I talk." She said defiantly.

"I'm just saying that-"

He was cut off as Naminé heard his foot slam suddenly on the brake, making her body jerk forward and slump back against the seat. The next thing she knew her father was rolling down the window and yelling.

"Get out of the road!" He shouted angrily out the window.

Looking carefully, she saw a messy brown-haired boy with his tie on backwards and backpack nearly falling off. Twigs and leaves were caught in his collar and wild brown spikes, and he had a common deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. But what caught her eye were his eyes. A beautiful, perfect shade of blue unlike any she'd ever seen. An artistic spark flew off in her brain, and she knew what that meant.

His voice suddenly brought her out of her thoughts. "I-I'm sorry sir, I just got lost."

"Oh, a stray I see. Where are you headed?" As always, her father was too kind. Why couldn't they just drive away now? Where he was headed was no concern of theirs.

He scratched the back of his head nervously and picked a leaf out of his hair. "Um, Destiny Waves performing arts school."

No way. This clumsy brunette was going to the same school she was? What talent did he even have?

"What a coincidence!" He said overly enthusiastically as always. "My lovely daughter Naminé just happens to be going there as well! Why don't you hop in and I'll give you a lift there?"

The boy's eyes brightened right away. "R-really? Thank you so much!"

But Naminé was having trouble processing all this. First she's enrolled in Twilight Town's most expensive performing arts school, and then this boy shows up from the forest out of nowhere. Now they're letting him come into their car and drive him there together? This wasn't what she wanted! The only thing she'd wanted was to stay low, and this was anything but.

And did her dad just call her lovely?

"I didn't know we picked up hitchhikers." She muttered under her breath angrily and her father gave her a glare.

Just as the brown-haired boy opened up the door and slid in next to her, her father flashed her a look that said be nice. She just huffed quietly and looked out the window again. That boy was getting much closer to her than she was comfortable with. As their arms brushed, she flinched and turned away.

"Ah, sorry." He apologized hurriedly.

"It's fine." She said quietly, saying as little as possible. She had to admit that he was kind of cute, but there was no reason for her to get any closer to him. Naminé clutched her sketchbook a little tighter to her.

"Oh, you draw?" The boy asked, blue eyes shining with curiosity.

"Yeah." She nodded. Okay… now what?

"Can I see?" He asked.

She was a little surprised. Nobody had really been interested in her art before. "I, um…" She looked down at the cover of her precious sketchbook. A lot of her art from several years ago was still in there, and she'd improved a lot since then. Should she really let him see? Her parents did want her to open up to new people and things…

"Sorry." She said quietly, shaking her head. "They're not that great. You wouldn't like them." Wow, that was one of the longest sentences she'd ever said. And to a stranger, too.

"Aw, why not? Even my stick people just look like potatoes on skewers. I'm sure anything would be better than mine." He laughed.

She actually found something tugging at the corners of her lips despite the situation. "That's what stick people are."

"Yes, just because it's normal for circles to look like potatoes. Great logic."

She let out a giggle.

"What's your name again?" He asked.

Just then, her dad pulled up to the huge school, and she leaped right out of the car, relieved to end their conversation. "Goodbye, Father. I'll see you after school."

"Have a great first day!" He said overly happily as always. The boy followed right behind her though, even waited for her as her dad opened the trunk and she pulled out her violin case. She placed her sketchbook carefully in her bag and lifted up her violin in the other hand.

"Oh, I didn't know you played violin." He said.

"Now you do." She replied bluntly, seriously not wanting to say any more.

She began to walk off when suddenly he grabbed her wrist. This was starting to get annoying. Why was he always trying to pry?

"I still didn't catch your name, you know. I'm Sora."

She didn't look back. Instead she snapped her wrist away from his grip sharply.

"I don't have to tell you anything."

And with that, she made her way to the library. She needed some peace, away from nosy brunettes.

If there was one thing about the school she knew, it was that the halls were crazy. People in the white and blue checkered uniforms were everywhere, bouncing left and right and back and forth, lockers slamming and people's voices were scattered all over the place. It was too much for her ears to bear; she felt like she was trapped in a pinball machine. So many words, so much noise. She hadn't even been at the school for five minutes and she already knew she would hate it here.

Turning around the corner sharply looking for the library, she bonked heads with something hard and fell to the ground with a yelp. Her violin case only dragged her down, too. Rubbing her back with a groan, she looked up to see a hand extended to her. Taking it gratefully and pulling herself up, she saw a girl with shoulder-length red hair and beautiful purple-blue eyes. Her smile was genuine and pretty.

"I'm really sorry about that. Are you all right?" She asked with concern.

There was just something about her that she liked. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry too."

"Hey, don't worry about it. Things are always busy here on the first day, but it'll calm down soon. I'm Kairi."

The blonde nodded. "My name's… Naminé. Nice to meet you."

She giggled. "Nice to meet you too. Where were you headed? I know the school pretty well."

"Ah," she faltered. "I was going to go to the library."

Kairi tilted her head in thought. "Really? I'll take you there, but there's only about ten minutes before first class starts. You know where to go, right?"

Naminé felt like someone had dropped a boulder on her head. She really had no clue and scratched the back of her head. "Weeeellllll…"

She just laughed. "Here, follow me. We'll go to the library and then we can talk."

So she followed behind Kairi obediently like a puppy. Naminé was scared that if she let her out of her sight she'd end up falling over something or someone again. In other words, she was kind of like a little beacon of light in a place full of crazy stuck-up people in ties and skirts. When they climbed up a flight of stairs, her jaw dropped. The library was huge. Front to back stuffed with desks and computer and bookshelves. It looked pretty busy in there too. The blonde simply sighed. Maybe privacy didn't come easy here.

Pushing through a spinning door, Kairi led her to an empty table and sat down.

"Here, toss me your schedule." The redhead said.

Searching through her bag, she finally found the slip of paper and handed it to Kairi, who read over it and smiled.

"Wow, you and I have our first two classes together. Wanna go together?" She asked brightly. "I can introduce you to my friends too."

"U-uh…" The blonde was startled.

"Don't worry, they don't bite." She paused. "Well, Selphie might if you take her food. But Olette and Xion are real nice."

Naminé looked down at her checkered skirt and shook her head. "I'm not really good with people." She looked back up at Kairi, who was listening intently. "That's kind of why my parents enrolled me in this school. They wanted me to open up to new people and ideas. And because I'm good with art and playing the violin, they thought that this performing arts school would be my best chance." Why am I talking so much? She thought.

"They didn't ask you if you were okay with it?" Kairi sounded genuinely concerned.

She gave a shaky laugh. "Nope. But I guess it's not as bad now that I have somebody to show me the ropes."

"I'm really sorry, Naminé." Kairi shook her head sadly.

"No, it's fine, it's fine!" She suddenly got very flustered. "It isn't your fault. And…" She smiled shyly. "It's not as bad as I thought here."

Kairi giggled. "Aw, you're so sweet. You'll get along fine, but whatever she says; don't give anything that has sugar in it to Selphie." The two laughed.

The loud bell echoed through the halls and soon people were up and scrambling all over again. Kairi stood up right away and picked up her book bag. Naminé did the same.

"Oh, just follow me. We have Aqua for art first class, so let's go! I know you'll love her." Kairi told her.

"Aqua? Is that a nickname?"

"Oh no, she doesn't like being called Miss or anything, so she tells us to call her Aqua." She smirked. "It's a near-known fact that she and one of the other teachers, Terra, have a thing for each other. But come on, let's go."

So she followed Kairi until a question popped into her brain. "Hey, Kairi."

She turned to look at her over her shoulder. "Yeah?"

"Do you know a guy named Sora?"

A big smile stretched up onto her face. "Yeah, I do. We're childhood friends." The way that her cheeks turned a little pink got Naminé thinking.

"You like him, don't you?" She asked teasingly. How was she acting so natural around someone she barely knew when her whole goal was to stay low? Was she doing the right thing?

"Well, maybe a little. But he's completely oblivious." She laughed awkwardly. "Anyways, we're here."

When they stepped into the large classroom, Naminé could barely speak.

"Why is everything in this school so oversized?" She groaned, looking around. Paintings and creations of all kinds were plastered all over the walls, even deliberate splattered paint on the ceilings and empty spots on the walls although there weren't many. The desks were clean somehow and in neat rows, and the teacher's desk at the front had a globe, paintbrushes, pencils, fineliners, pens, all kinds of art utensils. On the very front of the desk was a blue good luck charm, in the shape of a star with a string hanging down. It was simple, but beautiful. Naminé picked it up and held it in her hand with much interest. Did Aqua make this?

"Oh, that's Aqua's favorite good luck charm." Kairi told her once she saw her looking over at it. "She takes it with her everywhere. It means everything to her, so just be careful with it."

Hearing that, she quickly placed it back down. They must've gotten there early, because right after a lot of kids flooded into the room, chattering and taking their seats.

"You wanna sit with me? You can come with me in the cafeteria later and I'll introduce you to my friends, if you'd like." Kairi asked with a friendly smile.

What was that weird feeling in Naminé's heart? It made her blush to be accepted like that. She nodded shyly and took a seat near the back next to Kairi, her… first friend. After, a tall blue-haired woman stepped into the room, and she was beautiful…

Her hair was short but neatly cut and her eyes seemed the exact same colour. She wore a simple white tank top and light denim shorts sported with a pair of blue sandals much like the pair Naminé wore to the beach last summer. She greeted the whole class with a smile.

"Hello, everyone." She said. Her voice was mellow and sweet. "I'm Aqua, your art teacher for this term. I just have a few rules." Aqua walked to her desk and picked up the good luck charm. "First rule: Please be careful with the school's art utensils, and mine too. Always ask before you decide to use something. Second rule: Call me Aqua. No miss, no nothing, just Aqua. I feel like if you call me miss, you address me as someone older, which is true, but I also feel like if you just call me Aqua, we're more open with each other." She put the charm back down and smiled again. "Got it?"

The whole class nodded and murmured their agreements.

"Third rule:" she continued on. "Be respectful. In all honesty if you don't like someone's work, don't shoot them down over it."

"Aw, you're sure we can't shoot them? That would be oodles fun for me, Aqua." A voice from the back of the class said, and all heads turned.

"I never asked for your opinion Seifer, so keep it to yourself, please. And I already told you to take off your hat." Aqua's eyes narrowed, and Naminé was taken aback. Her soft and mellow voice had completely melted away in a matter of seconds. She looked at Seifer. His short blonde hair was tucked under a black beanie, and his tie was undone sloppily with his feet on the desk. She turned back around when a tiny slip of paper pounced onto her desk. Folding it open, she saw neat, round writing on the inside.

Ignore Seifer. He's the 'bad boy' of this class, the kind that always gets in trouble. You'll get used to it; I had to be in his class every year in elementary. If there's one thing I've learned, steer clear from him. He'll always find a way to embarrass you somehow! –Kairi :)

With a smile, she pulled out her pencil and quickly scribbled a response back.

Right. Thanks for the advice. And I really feel sorry for you, having to be in his class every year. Maybe the universe hates you. – Naminé :)

Kairi read the message and frowned.

Okay, I know you're new and everything but that's MEAN! The universe has nothing but love for me. –Kairi :(

Naminé giggled and wrote back.

I was just joking. I'm sure you're the universe's favorite. We should probably stop writing now in case Aqua sees. I don't think she's very pretty when she's angry. Or never mind, maybe she is. I have no clue. *please proceed to rip up this message after reading* - Naminé

Tossing it to her, she read it over quickly and shredded it up just as Aqua proceeded to explain what they would do today after yanking Seifer's beanie off his head.

"I understand that you guys still probably have some cobwebs from summer vacation still on your brains." Aqua said. "School's in now so you have to start brushing them off, but I'll go easy on you guys. Draw anything you like today, sketching, and painting, anything but stick men. If I see a single stick man I'm failing you for the rest of the term." She laughed, although a few people in the room looked quite intimidated.

Soon everyone got to work, and Naminé already knew what she was going to draw. She started getting her pencils together when one rolled away on the floor. Scrambling after it, Seifer took the chance and stuck out his foot, tripping her. With a startled scream, she felt the cold hardwood floor roughly scrape against her knees and elbows, making a pained groan fall from her lips. Still on the floor, she could hear everyone laughing at her, but especially Seifer and his stupid laugh. Her whole body heated up in humiliation as she reached for the pencil, but instead a pale hand came down and picked it up for her.

Looking up in surprise, a slim, very attractive silver-haired boy was staring down at her, along with Aqua whose eyes were filled with worry. She took Aqua's hand and pulled herself up. What was with this day and falling? She forced herself to look at the silver-haired boy. His teal eyes were beautiful but sharp.

"This yours?" He said flatly, holding out the pencil.

"Um, yes. Thank you." Naminé quickly took it from him. She took a deep breath and took a risk. "I'm Naminé. Who are you?"

But he just turned his back to me. "You shouldn't care, and you're clumsy by the way."

She just flushed. "But I do care, and you didn't have to remind me."

"C'mon Riku, be nice." Kairi lectured.

The blonde turned her head to her friend. "What? You know him?"

"Yeah, this is Riku. He's my other childhood friend, and he has problems being nice." Kairi teased.

"Shut it," He snapped. "I don't have to be nice so people will like me."

Naminé tried to join in. "Right, so that means you're just so naturally nice that people love you."

"I don't see the point in it." He shot back angrily.

"You're sure he's your friend?" Naminé asked.

"Don't worry." She said, punching his arm playfully. "He acts all tough, but he's really just lonely deep down."

He punched her back. "Am not."

"Hey, if you see Sora and Tidus, tell them to come eat lunch with us today."

"Where?"

She just grinned. "On the rooftop." When he opened his mouth, Kairi overdramatically smushed a finger into his lips, making Naminé laugh. "Don't worry; I'll make sure it's legal. Bye!"

Kairi spun on her heel and went to yell at Seifer, and Naminé turned around to try to smile at Riku. Maybe this would work out.

"It's nice to meet you, Riku." She said as politely as she could.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever." He said flatly. His tone was a bit sharp, but at the same time, that was what she sounded like not too long ago too. She didn't really have a place to talk about that.

"Hey, if you're a friend of Kairi's, that means you know Sora, right?" She asked.

This time Riku turned to face her, obviously a bit interested. "Yeah. Why?" His aqua eyes were starting to make her nervous. It was like he was trying to bore a hole in her face.

"Well…" she scratched the back of her head uneasily. "My dad was driving me to school today and he kind of popped up out of the woods beside the road. We nearly crashed into him. But we drove him the rest of the way." Was it really okay to be opening up like this? She wasn't acting like herself at all. "I was wondering if you knew what he was doing in the middle of the forest."

He turned around again so his back was facing her. "Sora lives far away from here. The woods serve as a shortcut."

She looked down, her blonde bangs hanging in her face. "Oh… then… why does he come to this school?"

Riku let out a sigh. "You have too many questions. Leave me alone."

Turning around, she came face to face with Aqua.

"Are you all right? That was quite a fall." Aqua said, voice filled with concern.

Naminé felt herself blushing. "No, I'm fine, Miss- I mean, Aqua."

"Sorry about Seifer. That boy won't ever change."

She giggled shyly. "Yeah, I think so too. I'm fine, so I can go start on my artwork."

As Kairi argued with Seifer, Naminé allowed herself to float away as she started her drawing carefully.

In the drama room, Sora sat on a stool prop with a highlighter in his mouth thoughtfully. In one hand he held the script for their most recent play while spinning a pencil in the other. Why had that girl done that?

*flashback*

"I don't need to tell you anything." She said harshly without looking at him.

Sora had dealt with Riku like this, but for some reason when she said it, it seemed a thousand times worse. She snapped her wrist away from his grip sharply, making him flinch.

"Wait, but I didn't even get your name!"

But she already left, her beautiful blonde hair flowing behind her. With a heavy sigh, Sora walked to his first class.

*end brief flashback*

"Soooorraaaaaaaaaa! Why won't you answer me?"

The brunette blinked to see Selphie standing in front of him, much closer than she needed to be.

"WHOA!" Sora fell backwards and off his stool. Rubbing his sore back with a groan, he looked up into Selphie's always-curious eyes. "Dang it Selphie…" He picked himself up and brushed off the dust. "I already told you to stop creeping up on me like that."

"I didn't even creep up on you," Selphie argued. "I just walked right up to you and you didn't even notice." She spun in a circle. "Now you tell me whose fault it is."

"Why do you always do that though?"

"Because," She said matter-of-fact. "You got that faraway look in your eyes like you always do when you're not focusing. And you need to practice your script!"

He ran a frustrated hand through his messy brown spikes. "Sorry. Things… happened today."

"Well, you should focus less on 'things' and more on your lines." She said. Suddenly her face softened. "But you're okay, right?"

Sora looked up and smiled. "Yeah, I'll be fine, just don't kill me."

"Don't joke around about that! I could put you in a million painful positions in fifty seconds." But she was smiling anyways.

Selphie left after, leaving Sora alone half-reading over his lines. That girl with the blonde hair and blue eyes… who was she?

Tidus popped in and gave Sora a fist bump. "Hey, Sora, what's up? Selph told me you got that look in your eye, and that's never good."

He couldn't help but smile; Tidus was one of his best friends. "Nah, I'm fine. Just tired." He let out a sigh. "My mom threw another party last night and got drunk again. I've gotta help her clean up when I get home. And when I say help, I mean do it all myself." He covered his eyes with his hands with a groan. "It sucks, Tidus. It really does."

The blonde knelt down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, man. If you want I'll help you clean up after school today."

He smiled weakly at his friend's words. "Thanks Tidus, but I don't think you'd want to see. Vomit stains, spills, streamers everywhere, other mysterious stains… I gotta take a lot to the dry cleaners this weekend too."

Tidus slapped his friend on the back heartily. "That's what friends are for. If I can deal with Selphie, I can deal with a little vomit."

Sora laughed. "All right, but only if you're sure." He lowered his voice darkly. "Because once you step in, there is no turning back."

They both laughed for a bit when a question popped up into Sora's mind.

"Hey, Tidus." The blonde turned to face him. "Have you seen a blonde-haired girl with blue eyes?"

Tidus scratched his head. "There are a lot of blonde girls with blue eyes that go to this school."

"Um…" Sora flicked the pencil around his fingers again. "Her hair is draped over one shoulder, and she has a violin case with her. Have you seen her?"

He shook his head. "A violin? Sorry, man. Can't say I have. But Riku told me second block that we're going to have lunch on the roof today."

Sora raised an eyebrow. "The roof? Why the roof?"

But Tidus just shrugged. "Not sure. Kairi's got some kind of idea."


Naminé followed Kairi through a lot of her classes, being very quiet whenever they weren't in a class together. Kairi found her after third block, and introduced her to Xion and Olette. Selphie was at a rehearsal over lunch.

Olette was a friendly brown-haired girl with distinct hair that stuck out at the sides. Xion's hair looked somewhat similar to Kairi's except it was a nice raven colour and shorter, and she was shy and polite; a bit like Naminé.

"Hey guys! Do you mind if Naminé here has lunch with us today?" Kairi asked cheerily.

"Sure!" Olette said brightly. "My name's Olette. I think I saw you in music class."

"I'm Xion." She said meekly. "Nice to meet you."

"C'mon, Xion!" Kairi laughed, slapping her on the back and making her squeak. "Brighten up a bit! Roxas will never notice you if you keep acting like that." At this, the raven-haired girl flushed.

Naminé giggled. "Glad to meet you both." Olette and Xion nodded with smiles on their faces.

"Ah yeah," Kairi said, grabbing her lunch bag out of her locker. "Tidus, Riku, Sora, and maybe Roxas are gonna be eating lunch with us today on the roof."

Xion's brow furrowed. "Why on the roof?"

Kairi heaved out an overdramatic sigh. "Jeez Xion, we're just going to have a little rooftop picnic, so relax, all right? Everything will be fine! The teachers won't find us, so don't worry."

The four girls all grabbed their lunches until something vague appeared in Naminé's mind.

Did she just say Sora was going to be there? Her mind started to panic. She couldn't see him again! Not after what she'd said! Who knew if he was even going to forgive her? She had been rude, and she wanted to apologize, but at the same time she didn't want to see him.

Climbing up several flights of stairs, the four reached a gray door. Pulling it open, a gust of fresh air wafted in, and Naminé took in a deep breath. It was so refreshing. The blue tiled roof was usually off-limits. Why were they here? Looking over the gray bars, Naminé took in the view. Over the schoolyard there were people everywhere but from where she was they looked like white and blue ants. The sky was perfectly clear and blue without a cloud in the sky.

Perfectly blue, like his eyes…

She frowned as she remembered that she owed Sora an apology. It was the right thing to do. With a slam the door closed, and Sora, Riku, and two blondes appeared behind them. One blonde had the same blue eyes as Sora, and his hair was done up in spikes. The other blonde's hair was simply done and hung down to about his neck. They all had their bags with them.

"Oh, you're all here!" Olette said with a big smile. "Kairi, they're here!"

The redhead was busy pulling out a picnic blanket from her bag and setting it on the floor.

"You brought a blanket?" Naminé asked in disbelief.

"Why would I not?" She responded. Naminé just laughed while the others started to settle down next to one another in a comfy circle. While the others were getting ready, Naminé sat down and kept working on her drawing when she saw a tall shadow loom over her. With an embarrassed squeak, she quickly slapped her sketchbook shut and turned around to see a curious Sora peeking over at her. The blonde stood up and blushed.

"I'm sorry about… this morning…" She hugged her sketchbook tighter to her stomach. "A lot of things happened."

Sora scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, I know. I don't blame you, honestly. I'm sorry too for kind of popping up out of nowhere." Suddenly a wide smile stretched across his face. "But you still didn't tell me your name."

She smiled back. "I'm Naminé. Nice to meet you, Sora."

"Great! Now that we're all properly introduced, can I see what you're drawing?"

She blushed again. "N-no! I don't want you to see!"

"Aw, come on, please?" Sora begged. "I'll be nice!"

"Well… only if you promise not to tell anyone. I've been working really hard on this one this morning."

"Promise! Now, what are you drawing?"

Opening up her sketchbook slowly, she turned it so it was facing Sora.

"You."


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