Karin
When she saw the ice, more like art than a form of battle, Karin never felt the same.
But that was years and years ago, and now… now she just had to live with it.
She had forgotten most of the encounter, she had even forgot the boy's name.
But she would never forget that face.
It would haunt her for the rest of her days.
Could she, no, would she ever see him again?
'No, Karin, stop dwelling on those thoughts. You won't see him again, so just let. It. Go!' She thought.
But her heart thumped faster every time she thought of him.
Deciding to stop thinking about him, as it only ever brought her pain, she pulled her hair into a ponytail, and set off for school. When she got there, she said hello to a few of her friends, and went to her class.
"Class, we have a new student joining us."
Karin perked up. She couldn't help it, because what if it was him?
What. If.
"Please welcome Tōshirō Hitsugaya."
She looked up at the new student, and her heart stopped.
That face.
It was him.
It was him.
The statement seemed to good to be true.
But it was him