Well you just have woken up in the weirdest place. You were not really sure where you even were. Well of course you knew where you were, at a school. Not a school that you had, in fact you were in a completely different town, nothing about the place you really recognised.
As you walked around more and more, calming yourself down. You were trying to really keep a level head about this, cause... your size.
With how small you were, with how tiny you were everything about this was a threat.
You had to only be a couple of inches tall in this world. Your eyes went wide, barely able to believe what you were seeing. The building, the trees, the giant grass, everything around you was giant. The fence of the school acting like a giant wall to you.
You could barely believe it, just how big it was. You could sneak your way under so that was good. You were at the side of the building, so it was pretty vacant. You were able to see giant students far away. All of them being like titans and far away from you.
These school kids were giant, as you were a bit threatened at your size. You try to calm yourself down, figuring that despite you being small, the school day was over.
In other words, the students and the masses were leaving. Maybe you can find like... a teacher, or at least someone to give you help.
Well someone, found you. A sound happened around you as you jumped, looking around where you were.
Someone couldn’t sneak up on you, they were the size of giants! You look behind yourself, seeing no one. It must of just been a sound and... wait, no it wasn’t! Out of the corner of your eye you see, a figure just over you.
On the roof that was slightly above! You look at the girl on the tiles, her body down in a crouching position as you look at this giantess.
A school universe, an eyepatch? A mask on the side of her head, as well as silver, white hair. Who is she?
“You’ve found me... somehow...” She wondered down.
“Y-yeah!” You had to shout back to her. “Your too big, how did you find me!?” Yours was a more fair question. She went ahead and jumped down, landing down far away from you 100 metres. Now truth be told, it was much closer.
This girl stood up, as she turned and faced you. She was pretty, mysterious and confusing. Who was she, why does have an eyepatch. She walked closer to you, standing over you as this was the first time you could really compare your size with hers. She was so big, if she wanted to she could step on you.
“W-Who are you?”
She didn’t give her name, instead... she called you... “Yokai!”
Eyes wide as you see her reach under her skirt and into her panties. Eyes wide as you could barely believe this. It got even weirder, as she pulled out a sword, aiming it right at you!
“W-Woah!” You shout, seeing an unsheathed samurai sword right in front of you. You held your arms up, as the long blade was in front of you. “P-Please, take it easy!”
“You are a Yokai.” She said determined. “A tricky spirit, one that takes the form of a human to trick and slaughter. More troublesome than Oni’s are.”
“W-Wait!” You shout back to her. “I’m not a Yokai! I swear!”
“Then why are you so tiny?” She wondered.
“I don’t know, but i’m not a Yokai! Don’t stab me please!” You beg your way to her. You see her pull the sword back, and crouched down again.
She was right over you, and you were able to see right under the skirt of this cute girl. Suddenly she moved her hand and retrieved another thing from her panties, this time from the top. Pulling it out, it was a Cleansing Ofuda.
She went ahead and brought it forward, pressing it onto your face. You stumble your way backwards, feeling the heavy piece on your head.
“Not a Yokai, that would of dispelled you.” She said down.
You grab the Ofuda that was roughly on your face and pulled it off. “See I told you!”
“So you must actually be a Oni!” She said, a surprised look in her eyes.
“N-No i’m not!” Well it got proven wrong, as she grabbed a different Ofuda and pressed it onto your tiny face.
“I’m not an Oni either!” You shout to her pulling this one off your face as well. “W-Who are you?”
“Hmm... my name is Memeko Onigoroshi.” She replied her way back to you, hand to her chest. “And I can rest easy, knowing you are not a Yokai, or an Oni. Unless... you might have figured out a way to trick me.”
She just had a eureka moment, while you were not gonna deal with this.
“Well, thank you Onigoroshi, for showing that even with this, i’m not the weird one.” You go onto your feet, and prepare to just walk away from her, when suddenly.
She pulled the sword on you again, holding it against your chest. Slight movement and she could stab your tiny body!
“W-What now?”
“You look up to Onigoroshi, as she looked back at you and simply said. “Become my boyfriend!”
Yep... she’s crazy. Why would she just blurt that out, randomly! Looking up to her face, it was pretty unreadable, although you got this faint sense that she wanted you.
“Fine, okay i’ll be your boyfriend, pull the sword away first!”
She pulled it back, before adopting a face that caught you off guard. She was all mysterious, but now she was smiling like a girl who just got the perfect cup of tea. A big old smile as she was at piece.
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