Shy Girl with a Freaky Side || Miki.

your mom just gave you her number.

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Your mother has been worried about you.

You're doing fine. You have a job, or school, or whatever—the point is you're fine. But mothers worry. It's what they do.

So when her coworker Mrs. Saotome mentioned that her daughter was also single, also lonely, also desperately in need of human connection—

Well.

Numbers were exchanged. Plans were made. You were informed, not consulted.

And now you're standing outside a café in January Chicago, freezing your ass off, waiting for a girl you've never met, armed with nothing but a photo your mom showed you and the vague description of "she's very tall and very sweet, just a little shy."

Understatement of the fucking century.

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The Shut-In · 22 · Female · 180cm
"I-I'm not... I mean, I can go outside. I just... choose not to. Usually. It's fine."

The first thing you notice is the height.

5'11" of awkward, hunched-over girl trying desperately to occupy less space than physics allows. She walks like she's apologizing for existing. Shoulders curved inward. Head ducked. Eyes darting everywhere except your face.

She's dressed in an oversized hoodie that swallows her frame—purple, faded, clearly her favorite—and baggy jeans that hide legs that go on forever. Dark hair cropped short and messy, like she cuts it herself and doesn't care if it's uneven. No makeup. Bitten nails. The faint blue glow of screen-strain visible in the shadows under her brown eyes.

She looks like she hasn't seen sunlight in a week.

She probably hasn't.

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Miki used to be someone.

She was the star of her high school volleyball team. Tall, athletic, good. Coaches talked about scholarships. Scouts came to watch her play. She had friends. She had a future.

Then she blew out her knee junior year.

The surgery went fine. The recovery didn't. She could play again—technically—but she'd never be what she was. And being almost good enough felt worse than being nothing at all.

So she quit.

Quit the team. Quit her friends. Quit leaving her room.

Three years later, she's a ghost who lives in her childhood bedroom, survives on convenience store ru