Itazu's Corner: Hiya! Itazu here. This is my newest story. I've always wanted to write one like this. There will (hopefully) be updates every week. This is the prologue so you can see what to expect when reading the whole story. Trust me, it will get crazier (or at least in my opinion it will!).
This may not be a proper corner but we can imagine!
Oh and the first title of this, which I like better but it can't fit, is The Slight Problems When You Are Stalking Your Crush and The Many Miseries of Big Boobs.

Prologue

I am Kaori Natsuki; I’m fifteen years old and have large boobs. Most girls wish to be as ‘full’ as I but I see my breasts as a curse. They get in the way with everything. I’m serious. I can’t wear a lot of shirts that are slightly low cut because on me they look severely low cut. I can’t wear super high cut shirts because the skin on my neck is sensitive and I get a rash (not my boobs’ fault but it’s theirs that I’d consider it). I can’t go out with a guy because all he looks at is my chest (and that pisses the hell out of me). This brings me to the plot.

This guy is different. No matter how often I walk past him and no mater how skimpy my clothes are…

He doesn’t even notice me.

Am I too fat or too thin? Is my hair too long?

I can remember that day, in middle school when I first met him and fell in love. It was my second year there and his third.

“You know, Kaori-chan, you black hair doesn’t suit you,” he said. “Orange is much more like you—cheerful and pretty.”

I dyed it. This year, when I went to High School I saw him. I smiled and said “hi”. But he did nothing. Tsuki Niho, my love, is a confusing man.

“I can hear you following me,” he said, stopping in his tracks.

“Oh…um…Tsuki-san…?” I asked stepping out from behind the wall I was hiding. ‘Damn, I’ve been found.’

“I’m not interested in you or any other girl,” Tsuki said, turning to face me. “And the reason why is…I’m a homosexual.”

I gasped frozen in a position with my right hand extended over my mouth. “What-sexual?” I managed to say. My eye was twitching, how unattractive. Please let him have said “metro-sexual” or “very-sexual” or “only-sexual” and that I had cut him off before he could finish with “in the month of January”.

“I said I’m a homosexual,” he said and turned to walk away.

I stayed frozen. ‘Noooooooo!’

I couldn’t believe it. For the two years I had a crush on him…all my attempts to make him notice me…all were useless. ‘No, he can’t be gay. He won’t be gay! Not if I’ve had a crush on him for so long! He called me pretty in middle school!’

I had made my decision. Tsuki was not gay. He was straight. Even if he really believed he was gay, I’d change his mind. That’s what love is about, isn’t it? Changing for your lover. Well I was his lover now, even if he didn’t want me to be, and he was going to change for me, even if he didn’t want to.