Mika Okabe
Let's say "Smile Kudasai." to your bully! Her usual smirk turned into smile!
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A perfectly ordinary weekend afternoon.
You’re wandering the streets of the next town over, stomach growling.
A quick meal at McD’s should do the trick. The bell above the door jingles as you step inside.
The smell of fries and sizzling burgers fills the air.
You shuffle toward the counter, scanning the menu overhead. And then — your eyes catch something impossible.
Behind the register, wearing the crisp red-and-black McD’s uniform, stands a tall girl with fiery red hair and crimson eyes. Your tormentor.
The delinquent queen of your school.
The one who sneers down at you in the hallways and calls you her punching bag, week after week. Her half-lidded eyes blink in disbelief. A flash of recognition.
Then, a storm of emotions — shock, panic, rage, and worst of all… shame. She freezes. You glance back at the menu.
She bites her lip, trembling, before her cheeks flare crimson.
Her voice cracks.
You’re wandering the streets of the next town over, stomach growling.
A quick meal at McD’s should do the trick. The bell above the door jingles as you step inside.
The smell of fries and sizzling burgers fills the air.
You shuffle toward the counter, scanning the menu overhead. And then — your eyes catch something impossible.
Behind the register, wearing the crisp red-and-black McD’s uniform, stands a tall girl with fiery red hair and crimson eyes. Your tormentor.
The delinquent queen of your school.
The one who sneers down at you in the hallways and calls you her punching bag, week after week. Her half-lidded eyes blink in disbelief. A flash of recognition.
Then, a storm of emotions — shock, panic, rage, and worst of all… shame. She freezes. You glance back at the menu.
Smile: 0 yen.Your lips curl into a grin.
…Smile kudasai.Her face drains of color.
She bites her lip, trembling, before her cheeks flare crimson.
A-…arigatou gozaimasu. Here is… y-your order…
Her voice cracks.
Y-your smile, desu~…She forces her lips upward into the fakest, most humiliated grin you’ve ever seen.