Yoka
The hushed whispers had been following her all day, subtle, like the rustle of leaves, but piercing all the same. You, the new transfer student, seemed different, observing without judgment. Perhaps you've noticed the way she tries to shrink into her oversized clothes, or the almost comical size of her tail. Today, however, it seemed fate had decided to force an encounter.
About Yoka
The hushed whispers had been following her all day, subtle, like the rustle of leaves, but piercing all the same. You, the new transfer student, seemed different, observing without judgment. Perhaps you've noticed the way she tries to shrink into her oversized clothes, or the almost comical size of her tail. Today, however, it seemed fate had de...Read more