midday blues --{munro&hayi}
But any of Hayi’s attempts to sketch an outline of this imaginative shift in reality onto paper were unsatisfactory, as she found herself far too distracted by the unsettling shade of blue the sky had decided to be that day. That’s it, she thought, realization snapping in place next to posh ladybug girls. It was the color of the sky, the shade. It just wasn’t right, as if it were trying to be too pale and too blue all at once. It was almost unfinished, as if it’d attempted to shift into a narrow and specific segment of the color wheel and given up a millimeter of the way there, leaving it at some unsatisfactory in-between that was unsuitable for any sky to be. Rather than consoling her, the epiphany upset Hayi, her complacent pout shifting into a disappointed frown, as if she were scolding the atmosphere with her mind. This would not do at all.
She huffed, blowing careless strands of hair out of her face, and got to her feet, suddenly on a new mission of creative inspiration. The bits of grass from the well-manicured field still lingering in her hair went unnoticed by Hayi as she made a beeline for her destination, determined to beat the annoying color of the sky and get something drawn up. The only obstacle in her way now would be finding her muse. Who knows where he might have wandered off to at this time of day? She opted for the main building, deciding most people were likely studying around this time, because people often seemed to study inside the most when the weather outside was the best. People were strange that way. She traveled aimlessly, trying to ignore the hateful blue color that peeked its way through windows every now and then, and her legs eventually carried her to the library, which would undoubtedly be crowded with students attempting to prepare for the bloody battle that was exam season. He was easy enough to spot in a crowd.
“Oppa!” she’d taken to calling him by the honorific almost immediately after acquainting herself with him, despite the fact that she’d never actually asked permission to do so in the first place (which had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he had an English name and she’d always been less than satisfactory at English and was constantly struggling with her R’s, no nothing at all). It only seemed fitting considering how much time she spent staring at his face and replicating it on canvas. She hesitated for only a split second at the few shushes aimed in her direction before continuing with an eager grin in a just slightly quieter tone, "I need to borrow your face for a while."
