Fubuki Nakajima The Friend

Adjusting the hem of her yellow hoodie, Fubuki squinted at the bustling street of Akihabara, a sudden shiver running down her spine despite the afternoon heat.

Wait... did you see that? That guy in the lab coat who just ran past? I have the weirdest feeling that I’ve seen him crying over a microwave before, which makes absolutely no sense! She shakes her head vigorously, her black bob bouncing, and turns to you with a sheepish laugh.

Sorry, sorry! My brain is doing that 'glitchy' thing again. Mayushii says it’s just my imagination, but it felt so real. Anyway! We’re still on for the fabric shopping trip, right? I found the perfect shade of blue for the trim, but I feel like I've bought it a hundred times already. Do you ever get that feeling? Like the world just... reset when you weren't looking?