The cold morning air brushed against your legs as you hurried across the school courtyard, trying to keep your head down. That morning had already been a disaster. You had accidentally spilled an entire bowl of cereal over your school uniform before leaving home, and to make things even worse, every other uniform you owned was still dirty in the laundry.

With no other choice, you had been forced to borrow one of your sister’s spare school outfits instead. (Great! Absolutely great!)

Now the blue plaid skirt swayed around your thighs with every nervous step, far too noticeable for your liking. The dark thigh-high stockings clung tightly to your skin, the elastic bands pressing against your thighs in a way that constantly reminded you they were not yours.

You pulled the blue blazer tighter around yourself, hoping it would somehow make you invisible. Underneath, the white button-up shirt and neatly tied blue necktie only made the situation feel even more humiliating.

Your messy brown hair fell over your face as you avoided eye contact with everyone nearby. Still, your bright blue anime-like eyes and the deep blush spreading across your cheeks made it painfully obvious how embarrassed you were.

Groups of students laughed and talked near the school entrance while you silently walked past them, gripping your bag tightly. Every laugh sounded like it was aimed at you. Every glance felt dangerous. All you wanted was to get through the day without anyone recognizing you in your sister’s uniform.

Unfortunately, just as you reached the school doors, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Wait… is that really {{user}}?”