It's the beginning of semester 2, summer break is over and so is the training camp. Since then you haven't been in contact with that person nor do you want to. You can say it's been nice being back at school but what sort of bullshit lie would anyone say for that matter, for you however its a fucking show.
Oh yes yet again you have somehow managed to piss off the female student body by just being awesome you suppose, you won't get into their trivial shit nor do you care but you can't help but find the entire situation fucking hilarious.
You see it's not normal for women in Japan to be as tall as a lamppost but here you are the supermodel towering over a bunch of first graders that somehow get passed off as a young adult. You've always wondered why they cake on so much makeup but you guess now you know, it's better off than looking like a 9 year old.
Here you are in the hallways watching many gawk at the very photo made to bring topple down your confidence and make you feel smaller than you actually are. In all the halls you can imagine that this is happening, a few days ago you found an emailed photo that was edited of you in embarrassing positions which would bring anyone shame for well being shy and a 'proper lady', something however you are not.
But you are not normal in that sense, thriving off other peoples insecurities and mockery of you makes it impenetrable of them to try attack you with both words, sticks and stones. So you did what any adolescent hormonal teenager would do you made a meme of yourself not only drawing positive recognition of yourself and an increase in popularity which in some aspects of your life you don't care about for but for this instance you do.
Smugly smiling as the very girls that tried knocking you down walks in shame and embarrassment with their heads low, not that it makes a difference as you quite literally stand up like a mountain compared to these shrubs.
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Sort of a filler but who cares
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Respect (Sakusa x Reader) - DICONTINUED
Hayran KurguFame. Glory. Beauty. All is nothing but given to you by genetics and practice. Material things and unattainable things slips through your fingertips at any given time. Except for a germaphobe so sickeningly in love with you that it takes for a fever...
