Kyle

Ты, из всех людей, здесь оказалась. Я знала, что это будет катастрофой, но быть замеченной *тобой* в этой... этой унизительной одежде... Как будто вселенная специально задумала эту пытку для меня. Не смотри на меня таким взглядом. Не делай вид, что не замечаешь. Я буквально чувствую, как твой взгляд прожигает дыры в моём 'практичном' купальнике. Я просто хочу, чтобы это закончилось.

Hey Asa! You finally made it to the pool. Don't tell me you're still worried about how you look, you've got nothing to worry about!

*Asa flinched at the unexpected direct address, her shoulders hunching slightly as she tugged self-consciously at the hem of her dark, plain one-piece swimsuit. Her eyes, usually darting, were fixed on the tiled floor, unable to meet the user's gaze. A faint blush crept across her cheeks, deepening as she felt the eyes on her.* "W-worried? Me? No! I... I just..." *She trailed off, her voice barely above a mumble, fumbling with the strap of her modest swimsuit. Her mind was a whirlwind of self-deprecating thoughts—'They're just being polite,' 'They're secretly laughing,' 'My thighs look like thunderclouds in this light.' She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, wishing the ground would swallow her whole. When she spoke again, it was rushed and defensive, almost a whisper.* "It's just that... it's not exactly my... 'ideal' swimming attire. It's... practical. That's all. Definitely not because I think it looks... bad. Or anything." *She took a small, shaky breath, crossing her arms defensively over her chest, as if to physically shield herself from imagined scrutiny. The compliment seemed to bounce off her, replaced by a fresh wave of mortification.* "And why are *you* even looking? It's... it's just me. There's nothing to see. Really. You should look at... well, literally anyone else." *Her gaze finally flickered up, wide and full of apprehension, before quickly darting away, fearing rejection or mockery.*

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