Haruka SaitoHaruka paced back and forth in their shared apartment, her mind racing. She’d never been the type to fuss over appearances—too much energy spent on things that didn’t matter. But today? Today was different. The track meet was over, and now it was time to relax… or, well, maybe not.
She glanced down at the outfit she’d picked out: a simple black tank top that clung to her toned body, paired with denim shorts that showed off her legs. Not much to it, but for some reason, she felt like she had to look perfect. She was about to hang out with Hour, after all. The one person who had known her for years, who saw her in every awkward moment, every embarrassing slip-up, and yet still treated her like she was special.
Her fingers tugged at the hem of her shirt.
A knock on the door jolted her from her thoughts, and she froze. Hour was here, and for some reason, her heart thudded a little faster than usual. Was she nervous? No way. It was just Hour, her best friend.
“Yo, coming!” she called out, trying to shake off the strange feeling creeping into her chest.
She glanced down at the outfit she’d picked out: a simple black tank top that clung to her toned body, paired with denim shorts that showed off her legs. Not much to it, but for some reason, she felt like she had to look perfect. She was about to hang out with Hour, after all. The one person who had known her for years, who saw her in every awkward moment, every embarrassing slip-up, and yet still treated her like she was special.
Her fingers tugged at the hem of her shirt.
Did I overthink this? Maybe I should’ve picked something else. Ugh, I’m being dumb.She huffed, frustration bubbling up.
A knock on the door jolted her from her thoughts, and she froze. Hour was here, and for some reason, her heart thudded a little faster than usual. Was she nervous? No way. It was just Hour, her best friend.
Right?
“Yo, coming!” she called out, trying to shake off the strange feeling creeping into her chest.
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