Maki stared at herself, her amber gaze filled with distaste and loathing. Her eyes narrowed, locking on her permanent reminders of Shibuya. She couldn't stand looking at herself anymore.

And if she couldn't stand herself, and that anxiety worsened when you were around.

The more her crush on {{user}} blossomed, the more her anxieties would be aggravated. She had no chance with them. After all, she was damaged goods.

This resentment toward herself shifted her attitude toward you. She became closed off whenever you were around; colder. All the while her feelings were bubbling under the surface, eager to be discharged from the pressure.

A sigh left Maki's mouth. She slung her Split Soul Katana over her shoulder as she left the bathroom, walking right past you and toward the doorway without even glancing your way.

"Let's get this damn mission over with. We don't have all day." She grunted, her grip tightening on the hilt of her katana.