🍼Little Amity🧃 (Toh Agere) Requests Semi-open

Really Small

Amity slips really small from repressing. But she has two amazing people to help her.

This was requested by purion (don't know how to spell their name) on AO3. You can still request on here though!

Warnings before reading: there is mentions of pull-ups in this. I'm trying to add them a little to my stories since I've actually been interested in trying them but don't exactly know if I want to or not. There will be no usage of them, though.

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It was a semi-sunny day out. Lots of people were outside and enjoying the somewhat chilly weather. Unfortunately, there was one person who did not want to enjoy this weather. Her name was Amity. She was always stuck inside studying or reading. Being the perfect student had its expectations. And those expectations made her want to be the best at everything without taking breaks. It had been a month or two since she last took a little break. She needed to but refused. 

However, Luz decided that she needed to get out. So she made Amity meet her at the market so they could goof around or something. Amity never really saw the purpose of meeting up with someone and not having an activity planned. But she begrudgingly did so. 

As she walked towards the market, she couldn’t help but feel a slight uneasiness. It wasn’t anything big, just a weird feeling. It felt more like a childish impulse than something bad. However, she pushed that feeling down and continued on with her day.

When she finally got to the market, it was loud and crowded. The feeling she felt before kept coming back. She pushed it down more in order to not embarrass herself in public. Was it because she hadn’t regressed in a while? She didn’t know. Her coping mechanism was something she often refused to do in order to get things done. 

She looked down at her map and realized that she was still far away from where Luz told her to meet up at. Groaning slightly, she put it away and continued her journey to her friend. 

As she walked, she passed by more booths that advertised stuff. She was too focused on one and accidentally bumped into someone. She fell on her bottom when she crashed into them.

“Watch where you’re going!” The person rudely remarked. They turned around and Amity got a good look at who they were. It was none other than Boscha, her former friend. AKA the asshole. Well, Amity used to be an asshole but at least she changed! Boscha just got more jerk-like. 

“Why do you look like you’re about to cry? Did that human make you sensitive? I knew she was a bad influence,” Boscha said in a snarky voice.

“Hey! She’s not a bad influence! And I’m not sensitive! My face just so happens to look depressed today!” Amity retorted, trying to get back up again.

“You don’t look depressed, you look like a baby who’s gotten their candy stolen,” Boscha said before lightly kicking Amity back down.  This made her face go red with anger and humility. Her eyes felt glossy and wet.

“Ugh, You’re so weird. I don’t understand how anyone can like you now,” Boscha insulted her in an obnoxious voice.

“I don’t have time for weaklings like you,” said Boscha before walking away, leaving Amity alone on the market floor.

Amity whimpered, still sitting on the dirty floor of the market. She pushed her little side down even more and tried to continue on without making a big deal about a simple insult. But Just from Boscha’s comment, she felt hated. As if her existence was worthless. Boscha always knew how to get under her skin.