"Everyone aspired to be the perfect human." Later added, "They would even break the boundary to reach them."
An early riser, Ichika woke up and washed her face. Took a shower and brushed her teeth. Dived herself into fragranced school clothes. Groomed herself, making charming looks to anyone who passed by.
She exited home in a manner after giving a goodbye kiss to her beloved parents. The moment she stepped outside, a sense of herself flooded the scene.
Every one of the girls, women, and grannies, was wearing her face. It sure was suffocating to be in this environment. But she showed no weakness and kept on being the perfect girl.
Meanwhile, the boys and men were wearing a face that Ichika recognized. It was the sparkly face of a man—the face of Makoto Kenji. In this world, there were only two faces: Ichika Tanaka's and Makoto Kenji's. Two perfect faces, representing the ideal girl and boy.
This view started 2 years ago when they were interviewed by a group of social studies students. They got publicized and people started to aspire to them. From that point, it grew to obsession and so on.
Ichika let out a sigh from inside each time she passed 'her'. She never yet hated being perfect but was suffocated by this atrocious act of society. Everyone just tore off their personalities at once, changing to her. From the way, she walks to the smallest speck of details.
"Just another day, like all the others…" Ichika thought to herself as she arrived at school and headed straight to class. As she walked through the halls, she passed by several students, and it all felt the same as it did outside.
In class, about 5 cameras were set up by the school and some professors. She would be under surveillance for the whole 6 hours at school without any blind spot. Even in the toilet, there was no peace.
She hated those, but it was nothing compared to judging looks from her classmates. They would occasionally take their eyes off the board to look at her. To them, "She's perfect that it's irresistible and too plausible to not watch her." The teachers weren't excluded in this case.
Ichika's classes always end with them jumped by the rings of bells after sinking themselves by watching her. She would pack her bags politely and take her leave without a single word.
She would walk home, looking down. She's too suffocated, she needs to get back home. When she got home, she was greeted by none other than Ichika's face once again. She didn't hate her mum, just very disgusted with her for wearing her daughter's face as a persona.
She would sink herself on her bed. Sometimes, she would cry for hours. Sometimes she would hold a scissor up on her throat, depending on the day. She would say, "This perfection wasn't a mere act as they did. I never asked for this, I hated this. I'm just unable to be, not-perfect," over and over until she fell asleep.
Then, she would wake up and go through the day. Wash, rinse, repeat.