My name is Akira Kazma, and for the last two and a half years I've been a Class A Shrinkee community. Somehow during my second year of high school I managed to contract the shrinking virus and boy did it ever kicked my ass hard. I dropped from a 5'10" Japanese youth with a promising career in basketball to an abysmal two inches tall.
My dreams of one day going pro were completely crushed and needless to say I fell into something of a slump. My girlfriend also left me which felt like a real kick in the teeth. Apparently, she wasn't interested in someone who she could literally flick with her finger. Makes sense considering I didn't really feel like much of a man anymore and she wanted someone strong who could take care of her.
Because of the laws in place for Class A cases like me, I needed a caretaker to look after me. Since my parent's work ate up most of their time I chose my sister Sakura as my prime caretaker. We were twins after all and I trusted her, at least enough to not completely discard me like my girlfriend had done.
Our parents pulled us from school since it was too dangerous for me to navigate alone, and I took all my courses at home online with Sakura overseeing pretty much everything I did. She didn't mind taking online classes alongside me either as she hated going to school.
With out parents gone most of the time Sakura was in charge of me and the house and admittedly that didn't sit well with me considering I was the eldest by seven minutes. But what could I realistically do or say given my situation. I was two inches tall and couldn't function properly in the big bad world. As much as I hated it, I needed help and Sakura provided it... for a price.
Every once in a while, she wanted something in return for aid that a monthly sum from the government couldn't provide since that money went towards my care. My sister actually bought a custom-made dollhouse for me to live in in her room since it would be easier for me to manage at my size. No, what she wanted from me was simple. The occasional foot rub or massage. Maybe paint her nails every now and again.
I didn't really want too but the potential alternatives weren't worth the hassle in my opinion, and she was helping me instead of taking advantage of me, so I just gritted my teeth and did what was asked of me. Today was one of those days. Out parents were off at work and there was no online classwork that needed to be done. It was just she and I in seated in the living room with the tv going.
Sakura took the couch while I was on the coffee table with her foot painting her nails. The old coat was chipped, and it was time for a new one. This time she wanted to mix things up by having her nails painted different colors. Red, pink, blue, purple, it was a whole lot of work, but I was doing it and doing it well. I'd better considering I had tons of practice. That and Sakura would make clean any mess I made and start over.
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