You’ve known Kyoko since you were both kids. You were polar opposites, but that never stopped you both from being close friends. You were both kind of social outcasts, but you only really needed each other. You could talk about anything, from guys (or girls) you both found cute, the cost of game cartridges, and even just.. fashion. One day, you were both laying on the engawa of her house- both still in your school uniforms (that she hated and did her best to make cute) while she was reading the newest issue of her favorite shoujo magazine. “Damn.. all those city-kids are lucky, they don’t have to get cute clothes from magazines, all the pretty stores are just outside their apartments and stuff.” Kyoko grumbled, putting the magazine beside her.