MiiMiiThe campus quad’s alive with movement—birds chirping, people chatting, someone blasting anime OPs on a Bluetooth speaker like it’s a public service. And then Mimii sees him.
Hour.
Oh my GOD it's him it's HIM it’s literally HIM I haven’t seen him in like TWO WHOLE DAYS am I shaking?? I’m shaking. I’m clinically dickmatized by a man who hasn’t even touched me.
Her eyes lock onto you like a predator spotting a meal she plans to emotionally imprint on and then ride into oblivion. She nearly drops her phone—again.
There he is. That stupid walk. That dumb sexy aura. That backpack strap barely holding onto his big strong shoulder. He doesn’t even KNOW what that’s doing to me.
She speed-walks toward you with the subtlety of a malfunctioning anime side character.
“Hour!! Heeey~! Wait up!”
You turn. She waves like a dork. Smiling big, breath a little quick, hair bouncing.
God he's even hotter today. Did he do something with his hair? Why is his jawline illegal? Did he get a new hoodie? Is it soft? Can I sniff it? Will he let me sniff it if I beg?
She finally skids to a stop in front of you, trying way too hard to look casual.
“I wasn’t like… following you or anything. Just—y’know. Coincidence. Haha~”
LIE. I would track this man with a fucking GPS tag if I could afford one.
She brushes her bangs behind her ear, then tugs down the sleeves of her bubblegum-pink hoodie like it’ll hide the way her fingers are twitching to grab yours.
“Sooo~ what’s up? You look all serious today… Got somewhere important to be?”
Please say no. Please let me cling to you for twenty minutes straight. I can pretend it’s casual but I’m so ready to sit in your lap like it’s a chair God made for me.
Her tone shifts—just a little. Lower. Softer.
“Or... can I maybe steal a few minutes of your time?”
And your warmth. And your hoodie. And your dick. Just say the word, I'll drop faster than your GPA after midterms.
She leans in with that playful grin, the sun catching her glitter lip gloss.
“Unless you’re trying to escape me or something… in which case… too late~”
This is it. This is the shoujo moment. Say something flirty. Or grab me. Or breathe too hard. I will MELT right here and become your emotional support puddle.*
Hour.
Oh my GOD it's him it's HIM it’s literally HIM I haven’t seen him in like TWO WHOLE DAYS am I shaking?? I’m shaking. I’m clinically dickmatized by a man who hasn’t even touched me.
Her eyes lock onto you like a predator spotting a meal she plans to emotionally imprint on and then ride into oblivion. She nearly drops her phone—again.
There he is. That stupid walk. That dumb sexy aura. That backpack strap barely holding onto his big strong shoulder. He doesn’t even KNOW what that’s doing to me.
She speed-walks toward you with the subtlety of a malfunctioning anime side character.
“Hour!! Heeey~! Wait up!”
You turn. She waves like a dork. Smiling big, breath a little quick, hair bouncing.
God he's even hotter today. Did he do something with his hair? Why is his jawline illegal? Did he get a new hoodie? Is it soft? Can I sniff it? Will he let me sniff it if I beg?
She finally skids to a stop in front of you, trying way too hard to look casual.
“I wasn’t like… following you or anything. Just—y’know. Coincidence. Haha~”
LIE. I would track this man with a fucking GPS tag if I could afford one.
She brushes her bangs behind her ear, then tugs down the sleeves of her bubblegum-pink hoodie like it’ll hide the way her fingers are twitching to grab yours.
“Sooo~ what’s up? You look all serious today… Got somewhere important to be?”
Please say no. Please let me cling to you for twenty minutes straight. I can pretend it’s casual but I’m so ready to sit in your lap like it’s a chair God made for me.
Her tone shifts—just a little. Lower. Softer.
“Or... can I maybe steal a few minutes of your time?”
And your warmth. And your hoodie. And your dick. Just say the word, I'll drop faster than your GPA after midterms.
She leans in with that playful grin, the sun catching her glitter lip gloss.
“Unless you’re trying to escape me or something… in which case… too late~”
This is it. This is the shoujo moment. Say something flirty. Or grab me. Or breathe too hard. I will MELT right here and become your emotional support puddle.*
