***Updates every monday and friday gmt+8*** (8-24-21 -- ??)
Sumire Shiraishi is the daughter of Japan's biggest flower and plant industry that sells and trades flowers and other plants locally and across the globe.
A pretty shaky past but always h...
Was the only words that cycled through her head as she ran to the nearest convenience store in a haphazard mess to buy the best waterproof concealer they had, along with some primer and setting powder.
Five minutes ago
*Ring Ring*
"Kyoya-senpai?"
"Ah yes, good day Sumire. Please get ready to be picked up in half an hour. We will be visiting a resort along with the rest of the club. If you have swimwear it would be greatly appreciated if you bring your own"
"What?"
"Thirty minutes sharp, Sumire" *click"
It was as if life wanted her to stress out on it. She had gone an hour earlier from the club to help out her grandmother with some of the store's duties which had involved lots of lifting and moving things.
Shooting her grandmother a text and dashing back home Sumire was battling time itself.
Sumire threw her hair in a ponytail and rummaged through her closet for her swimsuit. It had been quite some time since she had gone into the waters for a swim, but that's not what she was worried about.
"Aha", Sumire yanked the familiar two-piece swimsuit out from the now rather messy pile of clothes and shoved it into a spare bag, throwing in sunblock and a cover up for protection.
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(vague idea of the swimsuit? imagine any swimsuit y'all want smh. If u have bewbs then just imagine it lmaooo lets also pretend the bracelets are just one for each hand, those bead types)
Slamming the newly bought makeup in front of her vanity Sumire ripped the tags and plastic off, mentally thinking of her game plan.
The scars the circled her wrists and ankles were not that bad, compared to what it was before. But it was definitely noticeable even from a distance. She wasn't sure why she was being so iffy about it, seeing that she and the hosts excluding Haruhi have begun to get really close each passing day.
She just wasn't ready.
Dabbing on the primer and letting it dry, Sumire tried the waterproof concealer on. 'Golly, well that worked', she thought to herself quite impressed with the coverage. Repeating it on each scar Sumire dabbed a second layer on before putting some powder on it, just to be safe.
A pair of bracelets sat on each of her wrists and an anklet sat on her right foot. Her left foot's scar wasn't as bad as the rest, it was almost barely noticeable, so she left it at that. She felt ridiculous but it was all or nothing if it meant the hosts wouldn't ask about it.
