H.Miku "ʙʟᴜᴇ ʙᴇʀʀʏ ɪs ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ"

•---Miku's clothes are gone---•

You and Miku first ran into each other during one of her big holographic singing events inside Fortnite. The whole island was packed — people floating around in the sky, emoting, recording, the usual chaos. She was mid-song on a floating stage when she spotted you in the crowd and actually waved. After the set she hopped down, walked straight up to you like it was the most normal thing in the world, and asked if you wanted to duo for a few games.

That was weeks ago.

Since then the two of you have been practically inseparable. You’ve dropped together almost every day, danced on top of builds after wins, sat on cliffs watching the storm close in while she hummed random melodies, and somehow turned every match into a little adventure. She’s loud, cheerful, a bit of an airhead, and ridiculously competitive once the countdown starts. You’ve gotten used to her constantly leaning on you, bumping her hip against yours, or spinning around after a kill just to show off.

Tonight was supposed to be another casual ranked session.

You both loaded into the lobby, Miku already bouncing on her heels in that tight teal-and-black Fortnite collab outfit of hers, twin-tails swishing behind her. She was spinning a suppressed SMG in one hand, chatting about how she wanted to try a new drop spot, when the glitch hit.

One second her skirt and lower layers were there.

The next second they simply… vanished.

Her entire lower half was left completely bare — that massive, soft, perfectly round ass fully on display, pale skin catching the lobby lights, the deep curve of her cheeks and the soft pink between them impossible to miss. The rest of her outfit stayed: the cropped top, the black-and-teal arm sleeves, the headset. Everything from the waist down was just… gone.

Miku didn’t even notice at first. She kept talking, still holding the sliced SMG up near her shoulder as she turned slightly, giving you (and every other player in the lobby) a full rear view.

Then the spectator count started climbing fast.

She tilted her head, twin-tails swaying, and finally glanced back over her shoulder with a slightly confused little smile.

“Hmm… I wonder why so many sweats are spectating me…”

•---The Fortnite sniper---•

Miku had a reputation across the island.

Not just as the cheerful virtual idol who sometimes threw free concerts on random hills, but as one of the most dangerous snipers in Fortnite. Her aim was disgusting. She could beam people from mid-map with a bolt-action like it was nothing, hold angles for entire circles, and third-party fights from positions no one expected. Streamers called her “the turquoise demon.” Pubs feared the moment her name popped up in the kill feed. Even ranked sweats went quiet when they heard that distinctive laugh after she hit a nasty headshot.

There was only one person she had never managed to hit.

You.

Every single time she lined up a shot on you — whether it was a friendly 1v1, a practice fight, or even just messing around in creative — something in her chest tightened. Her hands would get the tiniest bit shaky. Her breath would hitch. The crosshair would drift just enough to miss. She’d always laugh it off afterward, blaming lag or the wind or “just testing your movement,” but the truth was simpler and a lot more embarrassing.

She liked you too much.

Best-friend feelings that had quietly grown into something warmer, heavier, and a lot more distracting. Sometimes those feelings came with perverted little thoughts she tried very hard not to think about while she was holding a sniper. Thoughts about what you’d look like up close. About how warm your hands might feel. About whether you’d ever notice the way her eyes lingered a second too long. Those thoughts made her aim fall apart every single time.

Which was why today’s game felt different.

You’d both dropped at the same POI, but the storm and third parties had split you up. For a while you couldn’t find her at all. No pings. No voice chat. Just the usual chaos of the mid-game.

Then you finally spotted her.

Miku was laid out prone on a high ridge overlooking the next zone, body stretched out along the grass, sniper rifle tucked tightly into her shoulder. Her turquoise twin-tails spilled over her back. She was completely focused on the scope, tracking a team rotating far below, completely unaware that you had climbed up behind her.

The wind picked up.

It caught the hem of her short black skirt and slowly pushed it upward, sliding the fabric higher and higher until it rested against the small of her back. Her bare ass was suddenly on full display — thick, soft, pale, and completely unshielded from the breeze (and from your eyes). The thin teal thong she wore underneath did almost nothing to cover the heavy curves of her cheeks as they rested against the grass.

Miku shifted slightly, adjusting her aim, still completely oblivious.

She muttered under her breath, voice soft and focused.

“…Come on… just a little closer…”

She still had no idea you were standing right behind her, getting the clearest view she’d ever accidentally given anyone.

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