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Worlds Most Smartest Baby Rabbit ⛸️ @nico_hanahaku
ILYASMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #gpf #bff #girlgang #besties #gaysquad #fs #YeahICameInSixth
[Image description: a girl with bouncy brown curls and a blinding smile flashes a V-sign, surrounded by other GPF women’s finalists. She is looking at something just out of frame.]
- Yi Fang TSAI TWN 230.46
- Mila BABICHEVA RUS 219.20
- Sara CRISPINO ITA 218.94
- Yu Yan LIU USA 215.35
- Åsa HOLMGREN SWE 213.87
- Nicole HANAHAKU JPN 209.14
Yep, that’s me at the bottom!
Please excuse this weird first-person narrative for a moment, OK? The author’s trying to parallel the opening narration from the anime, and I’m just playing along!
I'm 21 years old, and even though I grew up in Georgia, like the state in America, I’m Japan’s top female skater! But somehow I keep falling just short of my goals!! I don’t let it bother me too much, though, ‘cause I got a bunch of super cute friends out of it!!! Make sure to like my pics of us, OK? ❤️
Don’t ask me how I thought an emoji either, OK? It’s a special Nicole power ❤️
“Oh my god, who’s that blurry one at the top?” Mila mutters incredulously, jabbing a finger at Nicole’s phone.
“That’s…. no way.”
“Zoom in,” Mila demands, grabbing the phone from Nicole so she can’t actually zoom in, and proceeding to zoom in herself.
It’s blurry, but an annoyed-looking head of glossy black hair with warm brown skin can clearly be made out.
For a second, there’s utter silence.
“...Oh my god.”
“We took a picture of Yi Fang she’s gonna kill us.”
Åsa gives a big, falsely cheery grin. “Well, Nico, it was nice knowing you. We’ll all go to your funeral…”
“Shut up,” Yu Yan scolds, but she’s backing slowly away from Nicole, just like everyone else. The phone’s made it back to her hands at some point.
“Guuuuys ,” Nicole whines, but she’s alone now.
Being alone gives her a moment to actually think. Yi Fang… she’s as gorgeous as she is existentially terrifying, and talking to her is talking to her, even if ‘talking to her’ probably involves being sworn at in six different languages and being left with a heart both fluttering and crushed.
She turns around, and there she is, the goddess of the ice herself, being bothered by reporters.
Six foot two, impeccable makeup, perfect hair, still in her skating costume.
Oh, God.
I can just talk to her, right? Like friends? We were both in the same competition, weren’t we? Yeah, that’ll keep her from biting my head off.
“Ah… Yi Fang…” Nicole mutters, carefully shoving her way through the crowd. It takes four tries or so to get her attention, but oh, when she has it, she has it. That gaze could melt steel, seriously. But right now it’s just melting her heart.
Shut up, shut up. “Hanashi o yame masse...”
“What?”
Oh, fuck.
“Uhh, haha!!” Nicole grins, perhaps too widely. “Umm, I was just, uh, I accidentally—” she holds up her phone— “this picture, uh, you’re in it, I didn’t, um, it was an accident, I actually think you’re super cool, like the coolest ever, and really pretty, and, uhh, um, like, if there’s anything I can do, um, to, like, uh—”
“Give me your phone number.”
Nicole’s sweated a small ocean and her skin is very much beet-colored. “Okay.”
Confused, excited, terrified, mostly terrified, she hands Yi Fang her phone, and watches as she punches the number into her own.
“Umm, do you want to give me yours—”
“No.”
It seems like Nicole’s cue to leave, quickly.