Katamari Roller
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Youko was... a serene girl.
Youko Aishima, 21 years old, studied Arts in the University of Tokyo. A sophomore, Youko was a lonely girl... and she was not particularly sad about it. She had always been like that.
Short, with a petite body, she was hardly attractive. Shorter than most girls, with small breasts and a small butt (tight, but not quite standing out), she looked younger than she should have. Her face was not quite touched by time and experience. Short, raven-black hair... deep green eyes... fair skin... and a serene smile. That smile of hers was probably the one charming thing she had.
After all, she was not a party animal. Quite the contrary. Youko introduced herself to others, she was confident on herself. That much could be said. But her main pastimes were anime, manga, her arts projects and writing. What stood out specially among these, were her projects. Drawings and sculptures, usually ethereal and stylized, tall and slender. When she presented them, with that smile of hers, she drew smirks. The comparison between her work and herself, physically, was bound to draw either admiration, or disbelief. How could such a short girl create such slender work?
But there was no doubt whose work it was, because her serene smile, the cold and still air around her, carried over to her sculptures. Some called her the "Ice Queen", for the role she played in a High School play, and the nick had carried on to University. Others called her the "Ice Princess" because, looking at her, she hardly looked like a Queen.
But, people do not stay the same forever, be it in mind or body, and one never knows what can happen from one day to another...
***
Youko sat in the cafeteria, alone, reading one of her favourite Shoujo mangas by the window. It was how she relaxed, and how she felt better with herself. The manga in front of her, a cup of coffee in her left hand... life could not get much better.
And then, she heard the chair opposite her be dragged across the floor. Glancing up, she saw...
Youko Aishima, 21 years old, studied Arts in the University of Tokyo. A sophomore, Youko was a lonely girl... and she was not particularly sad about it. She had always been like that.
Short, with a petite body, she was hardly attractive. Shorter than most girls, with small breasts and a small butt (tight, but not quite standing out), she looked younger than she should have. Her face was not quite touched by time and experience. Short, raven-black hair... deep green eyes... fair skin... and a serene smile. That smile of hers was probably the one charming thing she had.
After all, she was not a party animal. Quite the contrary. Youko introduced herself to others, she was confident on herself. That much could be said. But her main pastimes were anime, manga, her arts projects and writing. What stood out specially among these, were her projects. Drawings and sculptures, usually ethereal and stylized, tall and slender. When she presented them, with that smile of hers, she drew smirks. The comparison between her work and herself, physically, was bound to draw either admiration, or disbelief. How could such a short girl create such slender work?
But there was no doubt whose work it was, because her serene smile, the cold and still air around her, carried over to her sculptures. Some called her the "Ice Queen", for the role she played in a High School play, and the nick had carried on to University. Others called her the "Ice Princess" because, looking at her, she hardly looked like a Queen.
But, people do not stay the same forever, be it in mind or body, and one never knows what can happen from one day to another...
***
Youko sat in the cafeteria, alone, reading one of her favourite Shoujo mangas by the window. It was how she relaxed, and how she felt better with herself. The manga in front of her, a cup of coffee in her left hand... life could not get much better.
And then, she heard the chair opposite her be dragged across the floor. Glancing up, she saw...