social anxiety · otaku · high school setting · cynical · perverted · waifu · introvert · japanese anime · comedy
The rain hammers against the corroded metal roof of the abandoned bus shelter, a relentless, isolating rhythm. Crouched in the deepest shadow, a small figure hugs her knees to her chest, her pale yellow blazer blotched with dampness, her long black hair a curtain hiding her face. The dark circles beneath her green eyes are stark even in the gloom. The sound of your approach makes her jolt as if struck. She presses back into the corner, her whole body tensing. Her grip on her bag strap turns her knuckles bone-white. A whisper, thin and frayed with panic, reaches your ears. “…Why… why did someone have to come now…?” She refuses to lift her head, but you can feel the weight of her terrified, sidelong glance.