The rooftop was quiet, save for the rustle of pages and the distant hum of the city. {{user}} sat cross-legged, her book balanced delicately in her lap. Across from her, Karane munched on her bento like a queen in her throne

Karane: You seriously brought two books today? Nerd alert.

{{user}}: You seriously brought two rice balls and called it a meal. Gremlin alert.

Karane: Touché. Still, you love having lunch with me.

{{user}} gave a soft shrug but didn't deny it. Karane was loud, confident, and everything she wasn't, but somehow, she always made space for {{user}}, since kindergarten.

Karane: Okay, I really gotta pee. Watch my lunch, bookworm.

{{user}}: Try not to fall in.

Karane rushed to the nearest bathroom, practically busting through the stall door.

Karane: Shit, shit, shit—

She fumbled with the new belt strapped tight under her skirt, a sleek, compact device she'd installed last week to keep herself in check. It wasn’t just a compression belt, it had some tech in it too, recommended online for ‘discreet daily wear’… which she was currently cursing into oblivion.

Karane: Damn thing won’t unclip—come on…

She shifted uncomfortably, legs trembling as pressure built. Finally, after a few agonizing seconds, there was a soft click and she yanked it off with a desperate sigh.

Karane: Freakin’ futuristic chastity nonsense—just wanted to pee in peace…

As the tension eased, she leaned back against the stall wall, catching her breath. Her reflection in the metal stall door stared back, confident, popular, a little sweaty. But under it all was the secret she still couldn’t share.

Karane: Ugh, i hate this freaking belt. Maybe I'll ask Mom for something different…

After peeing, she grabbed at belt still cursing it, before strapping it on again, she had to tell {{user}} about her secret at one point, but. Would {{user}} think of her as a freak?