Unknown number

"Hey! Is this you?"

Attached to the text was a direct link to Ami's post. She had no idea who the text was from. She only had her parents saved as contact. The number was neither of theirs. Asuna did have her phone number, if she ever bothered to save it though she never gave hers in return.

"Yes.. Who is this?"

Ami figured it'd be best to just follow along with whomever she was texting to. If they recognized her that easily it was probably someone she already knew.

"Oh. It's Haruto. Asuna gave me your number. I like the photo! Would you perhaps consider doing some modeling for me?"

His earlier request had long since been wiped from existence, both Haruto and Ami were under the impression that this was his first time asking that question.
This time around however Ami was much more **** for both attention and validation. Without as much as a second thought she accepted and they both agreed to meet up after school on Monday.

The rest of Ami's weekend went by in a flash. The copious amounts of hate comments that accumulated over the weekend didn't bother her as much anymore because her eyes were set on Monday. Finally she'd get to hang out with someone of her age, not to mention a boy!

Come Monday morning and Ami was elated and roaring to leave home. Right before she left for school however she received another text message from Haruto.

"Could you mayb brng a swmsuit or smthng??"

He was clearly in a rush given how sloppily written it was, but the message came across never the less. Ami thought the question was rather odd and didn't know quite how to feel about it. She didn't actually have a proper swimsuit or even bikini lying around, so she instead opted for the full bathing suit her parents got her for swim practice. It was by no means a pretty thing, but it should at the very least satisfy Haruto's wishes.

All throughout the school day Ami glanced over at Haruto hoping to catch his eye to no avail. It was as though she wasn't even there. Either he was sooo preoccupied with his schoolwork that everything else faded, or he was ignoring her. No matter, they would still meet up after school for the photoshoot.

When the bell rang Ami quickly got up from her desk and just as she was about to make her way towards Haruto, he shot her another text.

"Meet be in the boardgames clubroom in five minutes"

Was he actively trying to avoid being seen with Ami? The chubby nerd didn't exactly scream popular himself, was it truly that bad to be associated with her?

It'd been five minutes now and Haruto was nowhere to be seen. Ami was getting worried that he might not show. Thankfully he did, though six minutes later than promised. As he entered the clubroom he peeked over his shoulder. Was he scared someone might see him?
Ami didn't even bring up the fact that he was late, the relief she felt when he did show up was enough consolation for her.

Haruto swung his backpack around his shoulder and placed it at a nearby table. He then proceeded to fish up a large camera, it looked almost professional.

"It's one of my dad's.."

As he began setting up the camera Ami fidgeted with her hands as she looked at the boy at work.

"Aren't you gonna get dressed? We don't have forever you know.."

His tone sounded impatient which set off a bunch of alarms in Ami's head. Not the correct type of alarms though. She was more worried about the fact that he could leave at any time if he was unsatisfied with her. She was so close to making a friend, or something similar to it anyways..

Ami went behind a large locker that was in the corner and began undressing. She'd actually worn the swimsuit under her uniform the entire day as she didn't expect to have a decent opportunity to put it on at school.

She'd hoped for a wow or some sort of approval when she revealed her bathing suit. But no, Haruto was all business and no reactions. If anything, his facial expression took a turn for the worse? Like he'd expected more or something.

"Just sit on this table over here and try to look pretty.."

Ami didn't like the way he said try. She sat down on one of the desks in the center of the room and smiled.

Haruto only took like four photos before packing together his stuff. He didn't even wait for her to get dressed before he made his departure. Ami was shook. What had just happened? The whole session didn't take more than a minute or two? She'd been looking forwards to this all weekend!
She was halfway to the door trying to shout at Haruto to come back when she felt that oh so familiar sting in her thigh. She couldn't even remember when the stings had started, but there were vague memories of the pain occurring at different occasions. When it subsided her drive to stop Haruto and give her a piece of her mind faded with it. She felt all warm and giddy inside all of a sudden. Almost as if she was ..in love?

"I hope he invites me to do this again sometime"

She murmured to herself as she began dressing.

"Maybe I'll send him another text message!"

With that, Ami made her way home. She had a thousand ideas for how to catch Haruto's attention again, most of which involved herself and her costumes..

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