Touko never thought in her entire life, that she would be wearing this.
A brown set of risque lingerie that she brought from one of those magazines with their stupidly impossible standard of beauty.
Top models with perfect figures, bodies like a hourglass, thin waists and large chests, urgh, how Touko hated those types of magazines.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Touko blushed heavily. "T-This is stupid." She whispers to herself.
No sexy clothes could change how ugly she was.
Her waist wasn't nearly as thin as those stupid models, her breasts are more on the small side, her ass wasn't that big or round, she was skinny and her legs are covered in ungly scars that her other half, made sure to carve into their body.
Looking at the girl staring back at her in the mirror, Touko could only feel shame, anger and pity.
She gritted her teeth and glanced away from the mirror, only for a memory to come right back into her mind.
'You're beautiful, Touko-chan.'
Makoto's voice echoed in her head as she looked back into the mirror.
She saw the same thing as before, just good ol' ugly Touko, but still, the memory of Makoto's hands caressing her breasts, his soft whispers in her ear and the way he eyed her with desire that night, all made Touko feel, even if just a little, more confident in herself.
The things that dumbass said that night made her heart flutter, even if she thought they are a bit too cliché.
He had a charm to him and charisma that made people believe in everything that he said, somehow he even managed to make Touko believe, if only for one night, that she was the most beautiful woman in the world, all through his actions and words.
While the writer is lost in her own little memories, someone approaches the door to her room.
A knock is heard from her room's door. "Touko-chan?" Makoto's voice echoes inside, making her blush even more.
"I-I'm coming!" Touko yells back, quickly turning around and grabbing her normal clothes that are thrown on the floor.
With one last glance towards the mirror, the bookworm smiles knowing at least one person call see the beauty in her, even if she herself can't.
This little drabble is something that I though off later last night.
Just a short and sweet little story for my favorite ship.