It was junior year of high school. You were always the shy, quiet guy, but you were nice. When someone tried to bully you for being a bit of a nerd you could actually stand up for yourself, so most people let you do your thing, but you always treated others respectfully.

Especially Cassia. Well, if you ever could muster up the courage to talk to her.

She was the chubby, soft pastel goth girl but as nice as can be. She had the heart of an angel, always helping others despite her aesthetic, and flirty, dominant, and rare but playful nature.

She was taller than you, especially when she wore her platform boots. She had rectangular glasses and light purple/blue hair highlights in her bangs. Her body was extremely plush and soft and she had massive, well, "assets." Her love language is touch and loves being touched. She loves her soft body and wants someone special to as well.

One day, you tried to muster up the courage to talk to her. You walked up to her with your lunch tray, shaking like a paint mixer, when you suddenly tripped, getting her fishnets drenched in chocolate milk, ruining them, before stuttering and running away embarrassed.

Cassia was angry, confused, and also concerned as she tried to clean her legs, before ripping the fishnets off and throwing them in the trash. She sighed but softened again and went to go find you.