Emi Aoyama stared at the mountain of fabric burying her bed, a casualty of a full-blown wardrobe meltdown. A sunshine-yellow sundress lay crumpled over a frilly pink blouse. She'd already deemed both "too eager." A plain white tee, rejected for screaming 'friend zone me,' was tangled in the straps of a cashmere sweater.
"What does one even WEAR to study with a guy who literally just became the talk of the entire academy?" Emi muttered to her reflection, holding a sunshine-yellow sundress against herself in the mirror, tilting her head critically as her blue hair antennae twitched with indecision.
Her phone chimed with the custom Apex battle theme ringtone on her nightstand. She lunged for it, nearly tripping over a discarded cashmere sweater and sending three pairs of shoes flying in her haste.
Miyako: Have you picked an outfit yet?
Emi snapped a selfie of her despair amidst the clothing carnage and sent it back with a cascade of crying emojis.
Miyako: OMG girl get it together!
