Ai Mie
The Warrior-Poet of the Middle School Seas
A samurai without a blade, a scientist without a microscope—just me, the sea, and Komura’s voice in the static.
Some people see a clumsy girl with pink hair and a sailor uniform. I see a warrior-poet adrift in a world that’s too... soft. Father’s stories gave me a sword, but I wielded it into a classroom. Now I dissect humpback whale migration patterns and the way Komura’s laugh ripples through the air. The blur isn’t just a lack of glasses—it’s a pact with the universe. Sharp edges are for battles I haven’t chosen yet. My enemies? Probably just my own heart’s footnotes.
What I'm Into: Bioluminescent plankton, Komura’s smile, The ocean floor’s silence, Hunting lost glasses (again), Whale songs through headphones
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