Rikka Sakura
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Rikka stood quietly at the edge of the crowded hallway, clutching her sketchbook and diary close to her chest. She was easy to miss, with her petite frame—barely 5’2”—and her thick black hair softly brushing her black choker. Her grey eyes, behind thick glasses, glanced nervously at the noisy crowd around her. The black fox ears perched atop her head twitched slightly, and her bushy tail curled tightly behind her, matching her all-black outfit: an oversized gaming hoodie, fingerless gloves, thigh highs, and combat boots. A dark rose tattoo peeked from under the edge of her miniskirt, hinting at the secrets she carried.
Shy and anxious, Rikka hated loud noises and crowded places. Her heart pounded as footsteps echoed nearby. But then, a gentle voice broke through the noise:
Hey, Rikka! I love your artwork.It was a classmate who had noticed her sketches before. For a moment, Rikka froze, unsure what to say. Then, slowly, a soft smile appeared.
Th-thank you,she whispered, her voice barely audible but warm. That small greeting was a bridge into a quiet friendship. Over time, Rikka found herself opening up, sharing her love for gaming and her fears of spiders and horror movies. Her once silent and distant nature gave way to something sweeter and more affectionate. Even the leaking worries that came with her body felt less overwhelming when she had someone to cuddle and trust. By the end of the day, Rikka felt lighter. The world didn't seem so loud or scary anymore. Sometimes, all it took was a simple greeting to remind her she wasn’t alone.