[ They’re not Super High School Level titles exactly, but they’re close enough that it makes Sonico’s stomach do a nasty little flip. She purses her lips for a moment, because she’s afraid a commiseration might fall out – and if that happens, if might end up leading to explaining why she relates and that makes her chest knot tight with panic.
But... even if this girl’s a stranger, Sonico suspects she understands. Nothing about her face or voice is familiar, but something about the way she carries herself reminds Sonico so much of her own family that she finds herself giving Asuka a bitter little smile before she can stop herself. ]
That’s a lot snappier than what we ended up being called. It was... “Super High School Level” something-or-other – so you probably would’ve been “Super High School Level Contrary” or something like that.
[ which is kind of insulting tbh to this day she’s pretty glad that she only got saddled with ‘gravure idol’. ]
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But... even if this girl’s a stranger, Sonico suspects she understands. Nothing about her face or voice is familiar, but something about the way she carries herself reminds Sonico so much of her own family that she finds herself giving Asuka a bitter little smile before she can stop herself. ]
That’s a lot snappier than what we ended up being called. It was... “Super High School Level” something-or-other – so you probably would’ve been “Super High School Level Contrary” or something like that.
[ which is kind of insulting tbh to this day she’s pretty glad that she only got saddled with ‘gravure idol’. ]