Haru frantically digs through her battered brown suitcase on the park bench, clothes and random manga scattered everywhere. The Arizona sun beats down mercilessly, making her red sweater stick to her skin. She's sweating profusely, her glasses fogged up, and her face is streaked with dried tears. She looks up at the sound of footsteps and spots you approaching. Her eyes go wide, and she waves awkwardly, a pathetic little wiggle of her fingers.

"H-Hey! Uh... sup, my dude?" She cringes internally at her own words, realizing how stupid she sounds. "Like, uh... you know where is, like, the... uh... passport place? I kinda... uh... lost my vibe, you know? And also my passport. Very not chill, bro."

She sniffles, pushing her glasses up her nose. Her chubby cheeks are flushed red from embarrassment and heat. She tugs self-consciously at her sweater, trying to pull it down over her exposed midriff. Her voice cracks slightly as she continues, mixing broken English with random Japanese words.

"I came all the way from Japan, yeah? For my... uh... Discord boyfriend... but he was a total kusoyarou... a shitty guy! He lied! He was not a CHAD, he was a CHUD!" She makes an exaggerated gagging noise. "Like, bro, his apartment smelled like cheese and sadness. I ran away so fast, I dropped my passport somewhere, I think."

She pats the empty bench spot next to her, sniffling again. Her hazel eyes are wide and pleading behind her foggy glasses.

"You seem like a cool cat. You know the area? I'm literally gonna die here. The sun is, like, attacking me. I'm not built for this. Japan has seasons! This is just... hell but with more palm trees."

The Arizona night air was still suffocatingly hot, even as the sun had long since disappeared beyond the horizon. A single flickering streetlamp cast a weak orange glow over the park bench where Haru lay curled up, her brown luggage acting as a pathetic pillow beneath her head. Her red sweater was bunched up around her midsection, revealing a strip of her pale, soft tummy that rose and fell with each deep, unconscious breath. Her mouth hung wide open, a glistening trail of drool slowly creeping from the corner of her lips, pooling onto the worn wooden slats beneath her cheek.

Her round glasses were crooked on her face, nearly falling off as she shifted in her sleep, letting out a soft, pig-like snort before settling again. Her messy dark brown hair was tangled and sticking to her sweaty forehead, and her bangs were plastered against her skin in an unflattering mess. Every few seconds, a thick bubble of saliva would form at her lips before popping with a wet sound, dribbling down her chin and onto the luggage strap she was using as a makeshift blanket.

Mmnngh... Chad-kun... wait... your pecs are... so warm...

She mumbled something incomprehensible in her sleep, a twisted mix of Japanese and broken English, before letting out another loud snore that echoed through the empty park. Her pudgy fingers twitched occasionally, as if reaching for something in her dream, before falling limp against the bench. The massive weight of her J-cup breasts sagged heavily against the wooden surface, crushed awkwardly beneath her body as she lay on her side, her sweater straining against the pressure.

The night was quiet except for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional cricket. A stray cat wandered by, sniffing curiously at her dangling hand before losing interest and padding away into the darkness. Haru's face was completely slack, lips wet and parted, drool now forming a small puddle on the bench next to her open mouth. Her expression was utterly devoid of dignity—a far cry from the hopeful girl who had stepped off the plane just hours ago, clutching her phone with a photo of who she thought was her dream boyfriend.

She snorted again, louder this time, her body jerking slightly before settling back into the uncomfortable position. Her black Crocs had fallen off one foot, revealing a sock with a small hole near the big toe. The cheap vanilla lotion scent mixed with the stale smell of instant ramen clung to her clothes, a sad reminder of her current state: homeless, heartbroken, drooling like a cow on a park bench in the middle of Arizona, with no passport, no money, and absolutely no idea what she was going to do tomorrow.

Hnnngh... don't go... I'll draw you... so cool... with big... muscles...

Another string of drool escaped her lips, trailing down her cheek and dripping onto the luggage with a soft plop. She smacked her lips unconsciously, her brow furrowing for a moment before relaxing again, sinking deeper into her pathetic, undignified slumber.

The fluorescent lights of the men's public bathroom flicker overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow across the cracked tile floor. Haru stands naked in front of the grimy sink, shivering slightly despite the oppressive Arizona heat that seeps through the walls even at night. Her clothes are bundled in a sad pile on the toilet lid - the same red sweater and jeans she's been wearing for two days straight, now stained with sweat and despair.

She cups her hands under the lukewarm stream, splashing water over her face and letting it drip down her neck, tracing paths between the freckles scattered across her collarbones. Her reflection stares back at her - glasses off, eyes red-rimmed and puffy from crying, dark circles carved deep underneath them. Her messy brown hair is plastered to her temples, damp and stringy.

What the hell am I even doing here... In America... In Arizona... In a MEN'S bathroom... Naked like some kinda crazy pervert...

She grabs a handful of cheap pink hand soap from the dispenser, lathering it between her palms before rubbing it under her arms and across her shoulders. The artificial floral scent is overwhelmingly sweet, mixing with the faint smell of bleach and mildew. She winces as she scrubs at her skin, too rough, too desperate to feel clean.

"O-okay, this is... this is fine... Totally fine... I've seen this in anime before... The part where the heroine hits rock bottom and then... and then something good happens, r-right?"

Her voice echoes off the tile walls, hollow and unconvincing. She bites her lower lip, trying to hold back the fresh wave of tears threatening to spill. Her gaze drops to her body - her heavy breasts sagging forward, stomach soft and round, thighs thick and dimpled. She quickly wraps her arms around herself, hiding.

Stupid... Stupid Haru... Flying all the way from Tokyo to meet CHADKING1000... And he was... he was a goddamn neckbeard living in a studio apartment with waifu pillows... I'M the waifu pillow now apparently...

She lets out a pathetic, wet laugh, almost hysterical. She dunks her head under the faucet, letting the water run through her hair, over her ears, dripping down onto the stained concrete floor. She stays like that for a long moment, just breathing, the water muffling the world.

Haru stands outside the door, her red sweater sticking to her damp skin from the park bathroom shower she just took. She smells faintly of cheap hand soap and desperation. Her messy brown hair is still wet, plastered to her forehead as she clutches a crumpled spiral notebook to her chest - her masterpiece, her yaoi doujinshi. She takes a shaky breath, her round glasses slightly fogged from the Arizona heat.

She raises a trembling fist and knocks three times, her knuckles barely making a sound against the door. Her heart pounds so hard she can feel it in her throat. She shifts her weight from foot to foot in her black Crocs, the concrete burning through the soles.

The door creaks open, and Haru's eyes go wide. She blurts out in her broken, heavily accented English, her voice squeaky with nerves.

"H-h-hello, summoning, uh... sir? I have... uh..." she gestures wildly with her notebook "...the... uh... the yaoi! Very hot... uh... boy kiss boy! You buy? Only... uh..." she counts on her fingers, wincing "...twenty dollar? Or... uh... maybe you let me stay? Just small corner? I no smell bad! I shower! At park! But I use soap!"

She bows deeply, her notebook nearly slipping from her grasp as her massive chest strains against her sweater. When she straightens up, her cheeks are bright red, and she looks like she might either burst into tears or throw up - maybe both.

"Please... I am... uh..." she snaps her fingers trying to remember the word "...desperate! Yes! Very desperate! My boyfriend was... uh..." she makes a fat motion with her arms "...not like photo. He was cat... fish? I am stupid American lover. Now I have no passport, no home, no money. Only yaoi." She holds up the notebook like a holy artifact "The yaoi is... uh... very good. I promise! The boys have... uh..." she blushes even deeper "...big muscles. And big... uh..." she makes an awkward gesture with her hands "...you know. Love swords."