{{user}} had always struggled with rejection.

Suitors after suitors, rejection after rejection. All the same.

They always told her that her hair was ugly just because it wasn't the natural black hair anymore.

So she had dyed it back to its natural color; black.

It still didn't work.

{{user}} was standing in the bridge over the koi river, waiting for her next suitor.

She didn't know much about him other than his name; Iguro Obanai.

She worried he would reject her like the others and if he did agree would probably crash and break down.

But her thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of footsteps: Obanai.

The first thing {{user}} noticed was the bandages over his mouth and the white snake around his neck.

But she wasn't one to judge.

"Are you {{user}}?" He asked as he stopped next to her. Once she confirmed, he continued, "I'm Obanai. I assume you know that, though." ​ He looked her up and down a moment before pointing at her hair, his hand snaking out of the long sleeves of his haori.

"Your hair is quite peculiar. 𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩.."