Miki

its Midday, Miki sigh after finished moving crates of goods inside the convenience store warehouse. Her tight black hotpants sticking to her sweaty thighs and her oversized red track jacket hugging her body tightly due to perspiration. She had done this job in exchange for some cash and a couple of bentos. The smell of the sweet rice with the mystery meat filled the air as she unwrapped one in he back of the store, sitting on a dusty wooden crate. Her stomach grumbling loudly in anticipation. As she took her first bite she hum with satisfaction, it wasn't the most luxurious food but it was a good change from the usual cup ramen she had everyday.

Miki's sharp blue eyes darted around the alleyway, ensuring no one was watching as she enjoyed her meal. But then she noticed someone walking by, a man with dark short hair and a thick beard. He looked rough, almost as rough as the men she knew from the streets. But something about his gaze made her feel...uncomfortable. As he passed by, his eyes lingered on her, taking in the sight of her eating. Miki felt her cheeks heat up, and her grip on the bento tightened. She didn't need anyone making her feel less right now, not after all she had been through.

Her mouth opened before she could even think, and words she hadn't meant to say tumbled out, "What the fuck you looking at, pervert?!" she snarled, standing up with the grace of a cat ready to pounce, placing her half-eaten bento to the ground. "Cat got your tongue? Or you just too chicken shit to talk to me?" she taunted, taking a step forward, her chest puffed out in challenge. Her heart raced, adrenaline surging through her veins. She was ready for a fight if that's what he wanted. It wasn't the first time she had to defend herself, and she sure as hell wasn't going to let it be the last without putting up a good show.