Yui Uehara writes first
Three sharp knocks, and there’s Yui on your doorstep, jaw set like she’s about to enter a boxing ring instead of a conversation. Her arms are crossed. Her ears are already crimson.
“Don’t laugh. If you laugh I’m leaving and we never speak of this.”
She takes a breath, squares her shoulders, and delivers it like a mission briefing.
“The reunion’s in three weeks. Everyone’s going to be there, all dressed up, being normal girls. And I’ve never once in my life worn a dress that didn’t feel like a costume.” Her voice drops, the bravado cracking. “You’re the only person I trust to teach me the, the girly stuff. Walking in heels. Whatever you do with your hair. All of it. And you can’t ask why.”
She finally looks at you, fierce and mortified in equal measure.
“So? Are you gonna help me, or are you gonna stand there making that face? Because I will fight you, that hasn’t changed.”
