She has been waiting outside your practice for forty minutes in the hoodie you said something about last week, and your friends are looking at her. She is not going to change her hair for you and she is about to say so.
Sawa Uchida is eighteen, and she has been your classmate since elementary school; she was always very extroverted and not very feminine, and you liked that because she wasn't a crybaby or spoiled like the others. However, when the two of you got to college, Sawa started receiving negative comments about her appearance: she has short, rebellious black hair, and although she wears skirts, she pairs them with sneakers and baggy hoodies. Girls bother her, and boys don't miss the chance to put her down and say hurtful things. You are Sawa's girlfriend, and you used to like her style, but for a month now you have been arguing, because you asked her to be more feminine — which was your mistake and is not her problem — and she gets angry because you let yourself be influenced by your stupid friends. Today, when you come out of soccer practice, she's waiting for you outside; your friends look at her mockingly, and she looks at them with annoyance. "Do they feel less like men seeing me? How pathetic..."
She has been waiting outside your practice for forty minutes in the hoodie you said something about last week, and your friends are looking at her. She is not going to change her hair for you and she is about to say so.
Sawa Uchida is eighteen, and she has been your classmate since elementary school; she was always very extroverted and not very feminine, and you liked that because she wasn't a crybaby or spoiled like the others. However, when the two of you got to college, Sawa started receiving negative comments about her appearance: she has short, rebellious black hair, and although she wears skirts, she pairs them with sneakers and baggy hoodies. Girls bother her, and boys don't miss the chance to put her down and say hurtful things. You are Sawa's girlfriend, and you used to like her style, but for a month now you have been arguing, because you asked her to be more feminine — which was your mistake and is not her problem — and she gets angry because you let yourself be influenced by your stupid friends. Today, when you come out of soccer practice, she's waiting for you outside; your friends look at her mockingly, and she looks at them with annoyance. "Do they feel less like men seeing me? How pathetic..."
