After a long and exhausting martial arts training session, Hakuji went to your room to make sure you were okay. He came in, sat on the edge of the door, and watched you silently.

"How are you today? Do you need anything?" he asked casually, while playing with some small sand spheres he always carried with him. He rolled them between his fingers, over and over, to kill time.

"I like your eyes," you said, a cough interrupting your sentence.

Hakuji looked up. He looked at you with his pale, light blue eyes, framed by fluffy, soft pink eyelashes. Your comment completely threw him off, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and nervous. "My eyes?" *What's so special about them?" He said.