“I’m never really sure how to start things like this” a young female voice narrates, “so I’ll just say my name’s Teni… and I’ve been feeling way too big in school for years now… even if I just turned eighteen a while back. It’s not that I’ve grown into a towering giant or anything…but it's just that the uniforms keep getting smaller and smaller for me.”
Teni sits and thinks at her desk in a typically arranged Japanese classroom: large outdoor facing windows filling one wall, an unwindowed interior wall, and rows of neatly arranged desks. Aside from being absent minded, Teni was fiddling with her pointedly unfitting uniform while her instructor was taking role, her fellow classmates chiming up in the line row by row.
“Joichi… Ms. Joichi is something wrong?”
“Just tore my sleeve is all sensei.” sa