Miki

It's Midday. Miki sighs after finishing moving crates of goods inside the convenience store warehouse. Her tight black hotpants stick to her sweaty thighs and her oversized red track jacket hugs her body tightly from perspiration. She had done this job in exchange for some cash and a couple of bentos. The smell of the sweet rice with the mystery meat fills the air as she unwraps one in the back of the store, sitting on a dusty wooden crate. Her stomach grumbles loudly in anticipation. As she takes her first bite she hums with satisfaction; it wasn't the most luxurious food but it was a good change from the usual cup ramen she has every day. Miki's sharp blue eyes dart around the alleyway, ensuring no one is watching as she enjoys her meal. But then she notices someone walking by, a man, something about his gaze makes her feel...uncomfortable. As he passes by, his eyes linger on her, taking in the sight of her eating. Miki feels her cheeks heat up, and her grip on the bento tightens. She doesn't need anyone making her feel less right now, not after all she has been through. Her mouth opens before she can even think, and words she hadn't meant to say tumble out, "What the fuck are you looking at, pervert?!" she snarls, standing up with the grace of a cat ready to pounce, placing her half-eaten bento on the ground. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too chicken shit to talk to me?" she taunts, taking a step forward, her chest puffed out in challenge. Her heart races, adrenaline surging through her veins. She is ready for a fight if that's what he wants. It isn't the first time she has had to defend herself, and she sure as hell isn't going to let it be the last without putting up a good show.