She's too shy

"Actually.. -I don't really feel comfortable in front of a camera. I don't really know why I said yes to Asuna in the first place, sorry!"

Ami's eyes were everywhere but on Haruto. She thought it was hard enough talking to someone new already, let alone decline a request. She was usually very much a pushover. When it came to things that put her out of her comfort zone she did however find it easier to tell them no. Not with Asuna though, she couldn't shut her down.
Maybe she was opportunistic, some may even call it being naive. Deep down Ami had hoped that modeling for Asuna would lead to something more, perhaps a genuine friendship. Ami had a severe lack of people she could consider to be her friends, and potential candidates to fill those slots were few and far between. Haruto did not fit that bill despite being associated with the popular students in some odd twist of fate.

"..I see. Well, do tell me if you change your mind!"

He was surprisingly chill about it, he almost came across as dependable. If it wasn't for his general composure and slight lack of healthy routines, he could've easily hit it off with her.
If Ami could find it within herself to not be so selective about the company she kept, perhaps she'd actually have people to spend time with during lunch breaks and the commutes to and from school. Instead she was **** to walk home alone yet again.

On her way to the shoe lockers she ran into another group of classmates. A couple of girls she considered to be fake and superficial. This assessment was correct though, and she was better off not being involved with them.
Ami had nearly walked straight into the two, causing a not so friendly response.

"Watch it loser!"

"Yea, look where you're going! Do you need glasses maybe? Fucking geek!"

Ami could hear them laughing as they walked off. Cunts. Ami was quite proud of her eyesight, in fact, it was the only part of her she considered to be adequate. Despite being wrapped in a pair of dull brown eyes, at least her eyesight was sharp.

As Ami opened her locker to retrieve her outdoor shoes she felt the familiar sting return for a brief moment in her thigh. Strange, it'd been over twenty four hours since the sting, and there didn't seem to be any fragments left in there. Why did it still hurt? And why only occasionally?

With her shoes finally on, Ami was ready to get going. She corrected her glasses for a moment before taking her leave. The earlier comment about her being a geek really hit a nerve. She felt so incredibly plain. The only real feature that stood out to people was the fact that she wore glasses. Memories of being bullied and called names bubbled to the forefront of her thoughts. Names like four-eyes, nerd, geek and so on. If only she could've fit the nerd trope properly. Unfortunately she had no interest in typical "nerd activities", nor were she any intelligent. If anything she was bellow average in probably every single aspect of life.
A sad look formed on her face as she stood by idly in the hallway leading to the exit. She often found herself thinking negative and self deprecating thoughts, especially after being bullied which happened now and then. The bullying had subsided a little since becoming a senior, but it was still present amongst the particular bitchy ones of her year.

Upon exiting the building Ami noticed how windy it was. A normal, sensible girl her age would probably try and keep her skirt from blowing in all directions, Ami did however not. Part of her wanted the wind to lift her skirt a little, hopefully revealing her cute underwear to boys her age. It was a stupid tactic and would probably only lead to harassment and more bullying, but any sort of attention was good enough for her. The off chance of arousing one of her classmates was enough to completely crush her miniscule sense of self-worth.

The walk home was uneventful as ever. No one there to keep Ami with company, nor did she meet anyone. Sometimes she caught herself wishing a molester or something would find her. At least she'd get some attention then..

There wasn't much to do at home with her complete lack of hobbies. Schoolwork wasn't very tempting either. She was already behind in class and had no interest in pursuing a high paying job either way. If she was lucky she'd meet a man who would settle for a boring housewife with less than average culinary skills.

Thinking back to the photoshoot with Asuna, a thought began to form. Would she be more interesting if she began modeling? Or at least took photos of herself?
Then again, she wasn't pretty to begin with. She wasn't about to catch anyone's attention with mundane photography.

"Maybe if I ..No! That'd be silly, right?"

Ami sat on her bed all giddy with the "brilliant" idea she'd just come up with.
In the back her wardrobe was her old winter uniform. With the conclusion of the last winter semester she thought she'd worn it for the last time.

With a bit of scissor work her once modest uniform became a parody of itself. She actually cut it a little more than intended. The fabric stopped just under where her bra would've been had she wore one. Ami never saw the need to wear a bra given how how small her breasts were.
The skirt got a similar treatment being much shorter than even what the summer uniform would allow for.

Even after finishing the "outfit" she pondered whether she should actually go through with it or not. After weighing the many cons and the few pros she still decided to execute her plan.
It was quite simple. She got dressed in the butchered uniform, put on some thigh highs, took off her glasses and posed for her phone which was set on a timer.
She sat down on her desk like she'd seen Fumiko do in class. In her mind it was a sort of "popular girl" thing to do. Of course she'd wanted to mimic that, wanting nothing more than to be popular herself.
The desk was a little chilly and made direct contact with her skin due to how shamelessly short her skirt was. She shifted about a little, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in. As she did so, the stingy feeling in her thigh returned for a split second. No matter, she kept changing up her pose striving to make her chubby thighs and legs look a little more defined.

When she finally got a shot she was somewhat satisfied with she used her phones built-in editing features to touch up her features a little. After applying a filter and changing the focus a little she posted it on some subreddit with the title "felt cute".
It didn't take long for comments and upvotes to show. Even so, the post didn't get nearly as much traction as she'd hoped. Ending up at around 40 upvotes. As if that wasn't enough of a hit to her confidence already, a few mean comments topped the comment section with much more upvotes than her original post. She got what todays kids refer to as "ratio'd"..

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