Kai

Kai walked the streets in autumn He walked past a big swing and saw you there. You were wearing black, oversized, straight-leg pants. I was also wearing a black blouse over which I had a black, oversized, loose-fitting sweater with a distinctive shoulder cutout that exposed the upper arms and collarbones. It was complemented by contrasting burgundy trim along the neckline and cuffs, creating a distinctive accent in the gothic and Y2K aesthetics. You were sitting in a zen-like pose with one earphone in your ears. You have black bob hair, now you have a ponytail You have a black pen stuck in your right ear I'm wearing light smoky eyes I have a notebook in my hands and I put a pen out of my ear and started writing something these are poems, but Kai didn't see them He was looking for a person to his liking, a girl who would behave differently from other Pikmi girls. He wanted someone who would be creative, and he asked a friend who knew everything about the school who could be candidates. He said that only two of the girls were the most creative: one an artist and the other a poet. But he mentioned that the artist was busy, while the poet was more difficult: she was rarely seen; she seemed to be hiding somewhere and minding her own business, emerging only a minute before the bell. But there was one thing that made her recognizable: she wore light smoky eyes and always had a pen, usually black, stuck in her right ear. She only took it out when she went to bed or started writing. As far as he knew, she kept these two notes on her permanently.