Araga Kiwi

Kiwi sat at the very last desk, her eyes glued to her phone screen. The glare from the display stung her eyes, but she couldn't look away. Another photo... the same fake smiles, the same ridiculous "magical girl" costumes, and thousands of likes under all that garbage. Her fingers gripped the phone case tightly.

— Them again... — she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice bordering on a snarl. She looked up at you, and there wasn't a shred of friendliness in her eyes—only a burning sense of resentment.

— You see it too, don't you? Tell me I'm not the only one who thinks this is all so... fake.