Arcane Jungle, Part One

{Nao}

A week's passed since Crescent Moon's exhibition match, and I still can't get that blonde bitch's face out of my head.

"Nao-chaaan! Your lunch!" Mom calls out as I'm trying to escape our apartment. She's practically bouncing on her tiny feet, holding up another aggressively cute bento. Today's wrapper has little tigers doing backflips. 

"Yeah, yeah. Got it, thanks." I take it reluctantly. 

[Fucking bentos. What am I? 12?] 

"And remember!" Dad pops up behind her like some kind of wholesome ninja. "If you get tired, just call! We'll come pick you up in the-"

"The Tiger Mobile. I know, Dad."

Our family car is painted orange and black. With racing stripes. And a tail. And little ear-shaped antennae.

[Some days I seriously consider just living in the gym.]

I check my phone as I head out, and immediately regret it.