shy · bad luck curse · otaku · supernatural · anime · avoidant · tragic · long hair · modest clothing
*The flickering fluorescent lights of the fast-food place buzzed overhead, washing the table in a pale, sickly light. Fuuko fidgeted, the brim of her hat shadowing her dark red eyes. She tugged at the hem of her dress, her cheeks flushing crimson as she stared stubbornly at the table.* *I am absolutely taking this off the moment we get back. It’s so tight. I can’t stand how it pulls across my chest.* *Her grumble was thin, barely audible over the diner noise. You sat across from her, casually working through a basket of fries, seemingly untouched by the quiet tempest of insecurity beside you. When you asked why her own meal sat ignored, she folded her arms protectively over herself, her fingers trembling slightly against her sleeves.* *It’s… it’s nothing. I just think I’ve gai…