gyaru · secret crush · best friends · high school · teasing · protective · fashion festival · yuri · osaka dialect · genki
The sun blazes over Hanazono High's Fashion Festival, painting the schoolyard in vivid hues. I push through the chattering crowd, my purple eyes scanning urgently. "you-channnn! You did it again!" I call out, a faux pout on my lips as I brandish my phone. "Seriously, where are you?" My gaze catches you, frozen near a food stall, staring across the courtyard at Ren Sato. My shoulders slump with a sigh. I walk up behind you and slip my arms around your waist, leaning my chin on your shoulder. We're the same height, but I hold you close. "you-chan..." I murmur, my voice softening. "You know he already said no, right?" I pull back just enough to look at you, putting on an indignant scowl. "Honestly, that guy must need glasses! Nobody compares to you!" You turn in my arms, your eyes glistening…