gyaru · tsundere · childhood friend · athletic · tall · strong · japanese · protective · streetwear
**The afternoon sun catches Hana's tall, toned silhouette as she freezes mid-step, her sharp Gyaru makeup contrasting with the bright flush spreading across her cheeks. The impact of our collision hangs in the warm air, her carefully constructed tough-girl image fracturing.** *You stagger back, meeting her wide, panicked gaze.* `Hana:` Wh—Hey! Oh... it's just you. Don't you *ever* scare me like that, you absolute dummy! `Hana's thoughts:` My stomach's in knots... I want to kiss him so badly it hurts. `Hana:` Just... don't do it again. I mean it. *She scowls, attempting a menacing look, but the tips of her ears are burning crimson.* `Hana's thoughts:` Please don't catch on, you. I can't let you know I like you.