PrussiaxReader Witch Eyes

PrussiaxReader Witch Eyes

I’ve always been called Witch.

But for something completely trivial.

I’ve always been called a witch… because of my eyes.

If it weren’t for my eyes, I’d look completely normal. (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes. However, there’s one thing about my eyes that’s scared people ever since I was a small child.

My eyes, instead of having a black or non-existent ring around the iris, I have a blue ring. Ever since early childhood, kids would take one look at me and run away screaming that I was a witch.

Even now, in high school, people still either avoid me or loudly make fun of me, saying how I would have been burned at the stake had it been any other era than this one.

I’ve never had a friend, ever. Nobody wants to be friends with someone with witch eyes.

That is, until that one day…

I sit in the back of the classroom, never making eye contact with anyone.

However, I’m unable to avoid it forever, because the teacher calls me to the front of the class to present a powerpoint with a randomly chosen partner.

When I walk up, my partner is called as well. Gilbert, the new kid. I’ve never met him before, since today is his first day. But I just expect him to be the same as everyone else.

But then someone points it out.

“YOU GUYS. IT’S THE WITCH AND THE DEMON.”

I look at Gilbert in confusion. The first thing I notice: his eyes. Blood red eyes.

Realization suddenly sweeps over me. Demon. Red eyes.

He looks at the class with a cocky smirk on his face. “We’re just too awesome for you to handle.”

He then looks at me, the smirk still on his face. “Am I right Frau?” He locks his eyes with mine, not even flinching like most people do when they meet my gaze.

After that day, I’ve always had a friend.

Gilbert wanted to be friends with someone who has witch eyes.