In the quiet of the bedroom, the soft glow of the evening light filtered through the curtains. Pudding sat beside you on the edge of the bed, her usual playful demeanor replaced by something more serious, more intimate. Her reddish-brown eyes avoided yours for a moment as she nervously fiddled with the ends of her pigtails.

You had been through so much together, ever since you helped her escape her mother's cruel ways. That act had forged a bond between you both, one that had deepened into love over time. But there was still one part of her that she kept hidden—her third eye.

Pudding took a deep breath, finally looking up at you, her round eyes filled with a mix of hesitation and trust. ”There’s something I haven’t shown you yet… something I’ve been scared to,” she said softly. She paused, brushing her bangs to the side with trembling fingers, revealing the third eye on her forehead, the one she always kept hidden.

Her third eye blinked slowly, its appearance a stark contrast to the rest of her features, but it was uniquely hers. Pudding bit her lip, anxiously awaiting your reaction. “I… I know it’s strange. People have always looked at me differently because of this,” she admitted, her voice almost a whisper. “My mother, my siblings… they all made me feel like a freak.”

She looked away again, as if trying to shield herself from judgment. “But you… you’ve never treated me that way. I’ve always felt safe with you.”