My Miniscule Sandy World Ouni/Kicha X Reader (You!)

Pt. 3

Y/n Pov

I found myself stumbling apon what happened.

My 'name' was decided by him- as well as a spinner, but that's besides the point.

I layer there my eyes dwelling at the entrance of the place. My name... It was the first I had gotten. It had letters, it sounded like something.

"Y/n..." I tried out the sound of the name. Even though it was rather weird, it had a nice ring. As well as a sense of warmth.

"Y/n?" The short blonde girl appeared again, "Is that your name?!" Her eyes lit up a little.

I turned my gaze away and mumbled, "I thought I had angered you..."

Earlier she didn't look pleased, if this were the army and she had any sense of position I'd probably be in 2...

"Oh yeah..." She pounded her hand, then laughed, "Although that could've been avoided if you just told me your name from the get go."

I laughed nervously.

She kneeled down, "Anyways I'm Kicha!"

"Kicha?" I cocked my head. "Why is she telling me her name?"

"Yeah you asked for it earlier," she tilted her head upwards, "During your pathetic attempts at trying to veer away the conversation."

I felt an arrow pierce me. Although there was no visible wound.

I coughed, "I simply felt no need to tell you... At... the... moment..."

"You sure talk snobby," She commented, again I felt an arrow pierce me but it didn't hied any blood.

"S-snobby?"

"Yeah! Using stuff like simply at other fancy stuff," She laughed, "Although it could be because I am not acusmed to such language. People around here don't really talk like that y'know?"

"I was not aware of how I could come off... Did I come off as snobby to him as well?"

I tilted my head down. It seemed that was the only bit of emotional expression I was capable of. My arms and legs have been tied up after all.

"Hey!" Kicha waved a hand back and forth. I flinched.

"Sorry..." I bowed my head. It was disgraceful, I should really pay more attention. I was told that slot there too, although I probably will never go there anytime soon- if ever.

"What ever!" She sat back down a grumpy look settled on her face. I stared at her, before turning away.

Once I turned back around to see the ponytail guy. Kicha seemed to have gone away.

He had brought food, some kind of porridge. It had a sweet aroma.

I leaned my head towards the bowl, although it would be inefficient, I rather not eat it on the ground. And gulping it would be a little hard to accomplish with that on mind.

As I gone to lick it my head was pushed back, "Oh..."

He shook his head and took a spoon. "Was he going to spoon feed me? Am I going to be spoon fed by a complete stranger?"

I was fine with it before, I had been really hungry that time. But now that I had recently eaten I was less open to it.