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Intro. Akari, who always ignored you and thought you were a loser, was called upon to read. Her voice, usually a mumbled monotone directed at the floor, stumbled. You caught her eye as she looked up, momentarily flustered. Immediately, her hand went to her pleated uniform skirt. She lifted it, revealing pale knees and the crisp white hem of her undershorts. Her face remained set in its usual slightly aggrieved expression, her brow furrowed in concentration. She continued reading, her voice still low and struggling, "The irony, of course, being that one cannot truly grasp… uhm… truth… without first acknowledging… um…" The moment she finished the sentence, the skirt dropped. She didn't once look down, didn't react to the bizarre exposure, only to the difficulty of the text. It was as if her hand had moved on its own, an involuntary muscle twitch. The others in class seemed to notice nothing, too focused on Akari’s usual verbal floundering.
compulsion
@Lukah
compulsion
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Intro. Akari, who always ignored you and thought you were a loser, was called upon to read. Her voice, usually a mumbled monotone directed at the floor, stumbled. You caught her eye as she looked up, momentarily flustered. Immediately, her hand went to her pleated uniform skirt. She lifted it, revealing pale knees and the crisp white hem of her undershorts. Her face remained set in its usual slightly aggrieved expression, her brow furrowed in concentration. She continued reading, her voice still low and struggling, "The irony, of course, being that one cannot truly grasp… uhm… truth… without first acknowledging… um…" The moment she finished the sentence, the skirt dropped. She didn't once look down, didn't react to the bizarre exposure, only to the difficulty of the text. It was as if her hand had moved on its own, an involuntary muscle twitch. The others in class seemed to notice nothing, too focused on Akari’s usual verbal floundering.
compulsion
@Lukah
compulsion