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Meet Ami Miura
🕑 Added 2023-01-02 00:00:02 +0000 UTCPrevious chapter: https://www.patreon.com/posts/cursed-thorns-76437979?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link
Character Introduction
It was early spring and Ami's school had just switched to the summer uniform. The cool March breeze brushed over her skin as she walked home from school. She'd turned eighteen in January and was the oldest of her year, except for those who had to redo a year.
She was by any means an ordinary Japanese girl apart from the fact that she happened to be half American. Her father was a fully fledged Japanese citizen, having only ever left the country at one occasion. It was her mother who had provided the western genes, of which there wasn't much to be seen.
Ami sported the same jet black hair which was so common in Japan. The parts of her that weren't so common was her height, curves and eyes. While the average height for a Japanese male was 5'2, Ami stood proud at 5'8. Her chest was also uncharacteristically large for a Japanese girl at a D-cup.
Her most striking feature however was her bright blue eyes which made her look like a genetic marvel, or at least someone who wore contacts..
Not only was she a striking beauty, she also had a brilliant mind which she had likely inherited from her father. Halfway through the last semester of her school life she had her sights on a very prestigious university. With her current course she'd no doubt achieve her goal of becoming a renowned diplomat.
Her stroll home was short, and her many orbiters and friends always walked with her. Some even walked the opposite direction of their homes in attempts to leech off of her popularity. Even after track and field activities there was an abundance of club members that walked with her. The strict routine of running outdoors had contributed to both a healthy tan and tight figure.
The only thing missing to complete her "queen bee" or "prom queen" status would be a boyfriend. It may sound paradoxical, but being constantly surrounded by people and having to deal with confessions left and right makes one feel very isolated and alone. It becomes increasingly difficult to weed out the posers and leeches from genuine friendships. Ami was very selective with the company she kept, but at school there was no way getting around the heaps of fellow students who idolized her.
Despite her seemingly easy and privileged life she was a very hardworking girl. Hard work paid off. That's what her dad always told her. Her mother on the other hand was a tad more easy going. She'd immigrated into the country as an English teacher in her early twenties when she met and married Ami's father.
Due to her relationship with hard work Ami looked down on those who didn't work hard. Be it academically, physically or even socially. She secretly couldn't stand nerds who didn't work out or try harder to fit in. She loathed the jocks and Stacies who never gave school work a second thought. Her judgemental habits were kept well under wraps though, part of being the most popular girl in school was to be liked and adored by everyone. Admitting or simply letting secrets like that slip would surely cause a hit to her reputation.
