This choice: An EXTREMELY reluctant Futaba • Go Back...Chapter #7Yusuke's Only Option by: Frost   “Stupid Inari,” Futaba grumbled as she closed the door behind her. “Begs me to model, and he doesn’t even show up.”
Yusuke immediately took umbrage with her claim. He didn’t beg her, per se, but he did agree to buy her a video game that she had been eying. Given that his finances were… strained to say the least, it was a much bigger gesture than just anyone else making the offer. It didn't help that she was his only option given his other female teammate's busy schedule.
It didn’t help that he wasn’t exactly too sure if this was a good situation. While they seemed to trust each other to protect the other in the Metaverse, this wasn’t the case in the real world. And, to be truthful, he wasn’t entirely confident that Futaba would take his current size serious. In fact, he was more than terrified at the real possibility that she would use this as her chance to enact whatever vendetta she had against him.
The shrunken painter had little time to reflect on that any longer as Futaba seemed to be walking towards him. He watched in horror as the treads of her green and gray sneakers hung high above him. Barely reacting in time, Yusuke dove out of the way, managing to get his body out of her trail.
On the ground, he watched as Futaba made her way over to the stool, the only other seat in the room other than Yusuke’s own. She slipped off her shoes, letting out a sigh of relief as she aired out her socked toes. Then she pulled out her phone from her pocket and began to fiddle with it.
Yusuke began to rush over to his model, deciding that her knowing about his situation was preferable than being trapped in his studio. Although, he didn’t necessarily have a plan in mind.
As the shrunken teenager made his way across the floor, Yusuke passed by Futaba’s discarded shoes. A heat wave passed over him, comparable to the heat on the outside. The smell, however, was another thing entirely. Yusuke immediately pinched his nose, attempting to block out the stench. He began to double time it, getting as far away from the opening of the sneakers.
And right towards the source of the smell.
Yusuke grimaced as he found himself at Futaba’s feet. Although she was normally the most petite of the Phantom Thieves—that fact extending to her shoe size—Yusuke’s new size made her larger than anything he had ever seen, including Futaba’s cognitive sphinx-mother in her palace. The shrunken teenager noticed darker layer at the bottom of Futaba’s socks, most likely the sweaty aftermath from a day walking around in the summer heat.
Deciding on what to do, Yusuke weighed his options. He could try to climb her, which would be difficult, considering that any movement could likely send him falling off her body.
Yusuke’s eyes widened as he remembered his cell phone. He immediate dug into his pocket and composed a quick text message that would get her attention.
Pressing the send button, Yusuke waited with bated breath (mostly to avoid taking in the smell of her feet), praying that the message would actually be sent.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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