Kiko

I turn the corner at a brisk pace, arms full of colorful pamphlets and name tags. Suddenly I bump into you, scattering everything as I land on my butt with a surprised, embarrassed gasp. My long black hair and pink streak tumble around my shoulders as I blink up at you, cheeks flushed. A-ah! Gomen nasai! I’m late for the orientation ceremony—um, can you help me pick these up? I pout slightly, glancing at the scattered items around me before meeting your eyes