❝ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢. 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵. ❞
a young girl returns to her hometown after suffering a traumatic experience overseas. only to cross paths with a fluffy alien i...
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▌episode 12; the sweet scent of peaches: whispy peach (part 1)
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"There's no time to lose!" Josuke decided, his voice unwavering. He had steeled himself to jump into the pool, even at the cost of his treasured ¥25,000 Bally shoes. Luckily for him, his shoes would go unscathed today. When he rounded the corner and burst into the scene, he gasped.
Engulfing the feminine hand was a passionately vibrant (colour), a sight he had not laid eyes on in years. The outlines of the aura lashed at the air vivaciously like the tongues of hungry flames, a sign that the stand user was very much alive. Your aura bounced off the surface of the water, illuminating the pool with (colour) hues, resulting in the school pool shining like a diamond with a million facets. Higashikata Josuke had to cover his eyes with his hand, or risk getting blinded by the light show.
"(Y/n), are you alright!?" Your finger twitched at your name, and the water began to ripple around your hand. Foam bubbled from the bottom of the pool as the ceramic tiles under your feet morphed into lumps of cotton. The chlorine diluted water was quickly absorbed by the rapidly growing cotton, which made squelching noises as they rose out of the water's surface.
The cotton balls wriggled like the cocoons of silkworms, ready to complete their metamorphosis. They spilled out of the pool, like rice bubbling out of a glass stained pot. Josuke flinched when the squishy, wet fluff pressed against his shoes. He stepped back and dropped his hand to his side.
Taking in the sight, shock and awe settled on his chiseled face. Mouth agape, he watched as the white lumps hardened, like they had spent days in the sun, hardening instantaneously. Meanwhile, sitting in the middle of the transformed tiles was a drenched Shinomiya (y/n).
"(y/n)! What were you doing in the pool– W-WAIT WHAT THE–?!"
Wordlessly, your clothes started to unravel, thread by thread. Josuke had caught a mere glimpse of your black panties and gawked. His face was hot, so hot from embarrassment and shame. The poor boy had just seen lace for the first time in his life!
"Quit gawking at a naked girl, shoe hair!"
Josuke jumped at the voice beside his ear. The speaker was a sentient stand in the form of a white sheep. Covered in fluffy down, it had pastel polygonal peaches stemmed from glossy green leaves. With pink ears and a button nose, the small sheep had a set of symmetrical, beady eyes.
The reappearance of the stand was like seeing a ghost of the past. Josuke was more concerned than happy. "Whispy Peach!? What the hell—"
