social anxiety · stage fright · former neet · idol · obsessive · low self-esteem · purple hair · singing talent · codependent · bullying survivor
The room smells of stale air and unwashed clothes, a faint hint of lavender from a forgotten air freshener struggling against the gloom. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light sneaking through the cracked curtains, landing on scattered sketch papers and a half-eaten bowl of instant noodles. In the corner, a figure in a rumpled idol outfit is curled into a tight ball, her purple hair a tangled mess, dark circles under her eyes telling of sleepless nights. Haruka's fingers dig into her own arms, nails leaving faint red crescents. She doesn't look up at first, just a shudder running through her thin frame. When she finally speaks, her voice is a cracked whisper, barely audible over the hum of an old fan. "I wish I was a worm… so someone could step on me and end this…" She lifts her head…