The Stars are Cheering for You ♥️ On-Going ♥️ Fluff
{Rena has finally left her hometown of Kitami for University in Tokyo. Will her life in a new place be as she planned? Or will a certain mystery guy turn her world upside down?}
— Chapter 1: Sweet and Brash —
— Chapter 2: Defender —
— Chapter 3: Unexpected Presence —
— Chapter 4: Determination —
— Chapter 5 Coming Soon —
One Piece
Between the Pages and Blueprints ♥️ On-Going ♥️ Fluff
Robin x Franky
{Robin realizes her true emotions when it comes to a goofball cyborg.}
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One Piece, Wano, Frobin, Nico Robin x Franky, Alternate Universe, AU, Fluff, Falling In Love, Secret Relationship, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Implied Relationships, Jealousy, Jealous!Roronoa Zoro, Jealous!Franky, Unrequited Love, Misunderstandings, Inner Dialogue, Funny, Trauma, One Piece Universe, Nico Robin Needs a Hug, UsoNa, Usopp x Nami
Robin had fallen in love on one of the most beautiful nights. The festival streets were alive with energy, bright with colorful decorations and bustling vendor stalls illuminated by strings of glowing lanterns. The sound of Wano’s traditional instruments filled the air, weaving through the crowd, mingling with the laughter and shouts of people dancing. A full moon hung overhead, casting a soft, silvery glow over the revelry. Lanterns floated gently toward the sky, rising like prayers sent to the heavens.
It’s as if these feelings were meant to be…
She wandered aimlessly through the festival, her steps light but her heart heavy with the swirl of emotions that had been building all night. She paused at several game stalls, watching the children win themselves prizes, their delighted cheers echoing in her ears. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she observed them, her mind drifting. Part of her wondered if she should try her luck at one of the games or if continue her walk in hopes of running into one of her friends. Perhaps even… Franky.
At that thought, she smiled warmly, and found herself getting lost in her own thoughts again. Her steps became slower, more deliberate, strolling through the festival without a clear destination. The world around her seemed to blur slightly as she imagined seeing him again, hearing his voice, sharing one of those tender, unspoken moments they sometimes had.
Lost in a daze, Robin accidentally bumped into someone at a stall, breaking out of her reverie.
“Oh! Apologies, I wasn’t paying attention,” she said, looking up only to find herself face-to-face with the King of the Snipers himself.
Usopp stood at the sharpshooter stall, gripping a toy rifle, mid-shot. His eyes widened, nearly missing his target.
“Hey! Watch it! I almost missed myyyyy—Robin!!” Usopp's eyes lit up with excitement, the frustration gone instantly as he registered his friend. “I thought you turned in for the night! I’m glad you came out to join the fun. I mean, we’re all still pretty busted up, but hey, it’s a festival! Hope you’re taking it easy, though.”
Robin welcomed the pleasant surprise, her composure slipping back into place as if she hadn’t been lost in a flurry of emotions moments ago. “Well, if it isn’t Usopp. It seems you’re having quite a time. I’m lucky I ran into you.” She chuckled lightly, her lips curling in amusement at the small pun. Brook would’ve loved that one.
The vendor interrupted their banter, handing Usopp his prize for hitting the bullseye: a sky-blue fleece gorilla with large black buttons for eyes and arms almost as big as its body. Robin’s eyes settled on the plush toy, her heart skipping a beat as a memory of Franky crossed her mind. The toy’s broad, clumsy shape bore an unmistakable resemblance to the shipwright, from its oversized arms to the goofy expression sewn onto its face.
How cute, Robin thought to herself, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She hadn’t expected to see something so... endearing tonight, much less be reminded of Franky in such an innocent way.
Usopp observed the change in her. “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in concern.
Robin, startled out of her thoughts, nodded. “Hmm? Oh, yes, I’m fine. It’s just… Well, that’s quite an adorable plush.”
Usopp followed her gaze to the stuffed toy in his hands and, without missing a beat, held it out to her.
“Here, you can have it. I can see you like it, and let’s be honest, I’m probably going to win at least a hundred more prizes tonight.” He offered, relieved.
Robin blinked in surprise, the gesture unexpected but appreciated. “That’s so kind of you. Thank you.” She accepted the plush with both hands, her heart swelling with warmth. She held it tightly to her chest, as though cradling something precious, a missing piece she hadn’t known she needed.
Usopp watched her closely, noticing how tightly she hugged the toy, her expression soft but distant, lost in thought again. Robin had claimed she was fine, but her flushed cheeks and distracted manner told a different story. Just as he was about to ask her again about her status, Robin absentmindedly spoke up, her gaze lingering on the gorilla toy.
“Doesn’t he remind you of someone, Usopp?”
He tilted his head for a moment, then grinned as realization dawned on him. “You know… now that you mention it, yeah. The body shape is almost identical to Franky’s. It’s like a plush version of him.”
Robin’s blush deepened, the color spreading across her cheeks, and it suddenly clicked for Usopp. It wasn't that she was feeling unwell, but that the plush gorilla served as a key to her true feelings. He stared at her, wide-eyed for a moment as the truth became glaringly obvious. Robin had feelings for Franky; he had never considered the possibility before. In fact, he had never seen her act in this manner before.
She was smitten.
Usopp took a careful step toward her, placing a gentle hand on her arm. “Hey, Robin,” he said, his voice soft and understanding. “If you ever need someone to talk to, you know I’m always here. No matter what, I’ve got your back.”
Robin stared at him in disbelief, her heart pounding. Had Usopp figured it out already? She had barely realized her feelings herself just a few hours ago, and yet here he was, offering his support with a knowing look.
“Usopp, I… I don’t know what to say.”
He smiled warmly, his own thoughts turning wistful. “I know. Trust me, I know exactly how you feel.”
Robin raised an eyebrow at his sudden shift in tone, noting the tinge of melancholy behind his words. She remembered Usopp’s admiration for a certain navigator with long tangerine hair and realized that his empathy wasn’t just kindness—it came from his own experience of loving someone from afar.
“Are you okay?” she asked softly, her concern genuine.
As if on cue, Usopp shook off his vulnerability with a theatrical yawn, putting on his usual brave face. “Me? Of course, I’m okay! I’m the Great Captain Usopp! Nothing gets me down.”
Robin saw through his act, but she didn’t push. Instead, she smiled, mimicking his earlier gesture by gently placing her hand on his arm. “You know, Usopp, you can tell me anything, too.”
For a brief moment, Usopp looked as though he might say something, but then he shrugged it off with a casual grin. “Thanks, Robin, but tonight’s not about me. I think I’m gonna head back to the palace for a bit, though. Long night and all.” He paused, gesturing down the street. “I saw Brook over that way earlier. I’m sure he’d love to see you out and about.”
Robin nodded, appreciating his discretion. “Thank you, Usopp. I’ll find him.”
Before leaving, Usopp placed his hand on the gorilla’s head and winked. “You two make a cute couple, by the way.”
With that, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving Robin standing in the street, her cheeks a deep shade of red. She clutched the plush toy to her chest, her heart fluttering like the lanterns floating above. The air was cool, but she felt an undeniable warmth in her chest.
I hope he gets what he wants, too, she thought, watching Usopp vanish into the night.
Robin found herself alone once again, but not entirely. She was now accompanied by her new plush companion: a squishy, blue gorilla with massive arms perfect for hugging. Its soft embrace felt comforting, and for a moment, she thought she could hold it forever. She pressed it close to her chest, walking through the vibrant festival. The sweet smell of oshiruko and other delectable treats filled the air, and the cheerful hum of voices surrounded her.
For the first time in what seemed like ages, Robin felt completely at ease. Of course, traveling with the Straw Hats gave her freedom, but there was always an undercurrent of worry, a nagging fear that something would go wrong. She constantly feared for her friends’ lives, for the battles that never seemed to end. That was why she fought so fiercely, protecting them with everything she had.
But tonight? Tonight, she let her heart take control, guiding her without any fear or restraint. She strolled through the sea of stalls, each one more colorful than the last, admiring the children trying to catch goldfish, or couples enjoying drinks together. Eventually, one particular stall caught her attention, a game she couldn't resist. Without hesitation, she tucked her plush friend under her arm and approached the vendor.
“Would you like me to explain how it’s played, miss?” the vendor asked with a smile, offering her five brightly colored rings.
“I think I can manage,” Robin replied, her voice light with amusement. “I appreciate the offer.”
With a playful gleam in her eyes, Robin tossed the rings toward the pegs. She wasn’t particularly concerned with winning a prize; she was simply enjoying herself. For once, the stakes were low, and she reveled in the simple pleasure of playing a game. Yet, as she played, she noticed the vendor’s gaze lingering on her. She wasn’t sure if it was her aim or something else, but his attention was evident.
What she hadn’t noticed though, was festival goers catching glimpses of her as they passed by. Tonight, Robin was radiant, the soft glow of the festival’s lanterns accentuated her features, casting a warm, almost magical aura around her. Her kimono fluttered delicately as she moved, and for those who looked, it was impossible not to be captivated by her presence. Even she, typically so composed and guarded, felt light and free.
After finishing the game and thanking the vendor, Robin continued on her way, cradling the plush gorilla close to her chest. She moved from one stall to another, losing herself in the joyous atmosphere. Despite the many admiring glances that followed her, there was only one gaze she truly wanted to feel on her tonight. The thought of him brought a soft, wistful smile to her lips.
Hours seemed to pass, though the festival was still in full swing. Eventually, she found herself in an area lined with food stalls. The rich aromas of Wano’s cuisine filled the air—oshiruko, oden, takoyaki, and karaage all beckoned her. Yet one particular stand stood out among the rest, not because of the food, but because of the nine-foot-tall skeleton serenading a crowd with his violin.
Brook, with his usual grand flair, was entertaining the locals, his bony fingers dancing along the strings. Beside him, Sanji was hard at work, pouring his heart and soul into making steaming bowls of soba for the hungry crowd. The massive line leading to Sanji’s stall could only mean one thing: his food was as irresistible as ever.
Robin smiled as she made her way toward them, catching the attention of more festival-goers as she passed. She was breathtaking: the silk of her kimono flowing gracefully, the colors perfectly complementing her ocean-blue eyes. In her arms, the plush gorilla seemed oddly fitting, a whimsical contrast to her elegance.
The moment Sanji saw her, his heart nearly exploded. “ROBIN-CHWAN!!” he sang, hearts practically pouring out of his eyes. His admiration for her knew no bounds. “You look more exquisite than the moonlit night itself!”
Brook, too, gasped in delight, dashing toward her with bony arms wide open. “Robin! You’re okay! Oh, what a relief! I was so worried after you disappeared earlier. I’m so happy to see you well!” Tears, or at least the skeleton’s equivalent, streamed down his face as he hugged her.
Robin chuckled, feeling the warmth of her crewmates’ affection wash over her. “It’s good to see you both. I’m feeling much better now, thanks to all of you.”
Sanji, recovering from his lovestruck daze, quickly prepared a fresh bowl of soba, placing it before her with a flourish. “For you, Robin-chwan, a bowl fit for a queen!”
Grateful, Robin handed her plush to Brook while she accepted the soba. Brook, now holding the stuffed gorilla, tilted his head as he inspected it closely. A grin spread across his skeletal face as he made a discovery that he simply had to share.
“Yohohoho! Sanji! Look at this! It’s Franky!”
Sanji glanced over and let out a loud laugh. “You’re right, Brook! The ape really does look like him—those huge arms are spot-on!” He smirked, his amusement growing with each passing second.
Robin’s face warmed as they continued their teasing. What had started as an innocent observation when Usopp pointed it out now felt like something far more embarrassing. Sanji and Brook didn’t stop there.
“You know,” Brook added, leaning in, “if you give him some sunglasses and a speedo, no one could tell the difference! Yohohoho!”
Sanji chimed in again, his voice gaining volume and playfulness. “Honestly, it’s almost too perfect! That plush is just as bulky as Franky! Makes you wonder how they stuffed all that fluff in there!”
The teasing took on a life of its own, the comments continued to turn sharper without them even noticing. Every word piled on, their banter growing more thoughtless. Brook and Sanji were caught up in their own jokes, laughing louder, oblivious to the embarrassment on Robin’s face.
What started as harmless fun was beginning to sting, though neither realized how much they were pushing her. She hadn’t anticipated everyone seeing the resemblance between the toy and Franky. But the more they teased, the more her discomfort grew, until a coldness settled in her expression.
“I would appreciate it if you didn’t use such unkind words, especially in my presence,” she cut them off, her voice calm but firm.
The lighthearted banter came to an abrupt halt as both Sanji and Brook froze under the weight of her icy stare. Her words weren’t loud or harsh, but they carried a sharpness that left no room for argument. They exchanged nervous glances, not quite sure what had caused the sudden shift in her mood.
Robin, now adorning a slight irritated smile, reached out and took the plush from Brook, hugging it tightly to her chest once more. “Thank you for the soba, Sanji. I think I’ll continue exploring the festival now,” she said, her voice soft but distant. She put the bowl down, only enjoying a single bite before her meal was spoiled.
Sanji stammered out an apology, his usual bravado crumbling in the face of Robin’s disappointment. But before he could say anything more, she had already slipped back into the crowd, her plush tucked securely in her arms.
As Robin walked, her thoughts swirled. She had only just realized her feelings for Franky, and yet here she was, defending his honor as if they were already bound by some invisible thread. It had all happened so fast: one moment she was fine, and the next, her heart was consumed with anger at their jeering.
The plush ape, which now bore the name Franky in her mind, became a silent companion for the rest of the evening. With each stall she visited, each show she watched, she found herself thinking of him. Would the rest of the crew notice, too? Would they tease her as well?
Robin smiled softly to herself, a quiet acceptance settling in her chest. There was no denying it now: her feelings were real, and perhaps it was this playful teasing from her friends that solidified it. It was a strange sort of validation, but proof nonetheless.
The streets buzzed with energy as the crowd celebrated the long-awaited peace of Wano, yet Robin moved through it all with a serene grace. She passed by more vendor stalls, illuminating colorful displays of food, trinkets, and games. The plush gorilla tucked in her arms was a constant reminder of the warmth she carried now, both figuratively and literally. It had become her silent companion for the night, a stand-in for the shipwright she couldn't seem to find.
She chuckled to herself, the irony not lost on her. "Perhaps I’m a little too obvious, even for myself," she murmured, glancing down at the plush. It stared back at her with its big button eyes, and in that moment, she imagined Franky’s wide, goofy grin in its place.
Despite not running into Franky or the rest of her crewmates during her wandering, Robin felt at peace. She knew they were all out there, enjoying the night in their own way, and somehow, that was enough. The companionship she craved was always there, even when they weren’t physically beside her. The Straw Hats had become her family, and the bond between them didn’t need constant presence to be felt.
As she walked back toward the shogun’s palace, the cool breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the distant hum of festivities. The palace loomed ahead, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, its traditional architecture a perfect contrast to the vibrant chaos of the festival behind her.
The grand gates of the palace creaked open as Robin made her way inside, the plush still held tightly against her. She passed by a few retainers who greeted her with soft bows, but she barely registered them, lost in her own thoughts.
She reached her chambers, sliding the door open with a soft sigh. The room was simple but elegant, traditional tatami mats lining the floor and a low table at the center. The soft light of a nearby lantern cast gentle shadows across the walls. Robin placed her new plush carefully onto the futon, smoothing out its fur with a tender touch.
She sat down beside it, leaning back on her hands and gazing up at the ceiling. The night had been spectacular in its own way, filled with unexpected moments and quiet revelations. Robin smiled again, a contented warmth spreading through her as she lay back on the futon, the plush gorilla nestled beside her. The festival sounds drifted through the open window, soft and distant, like a lullaby. Tomorrow, she will get to see Franky and take another step toward this new adventure. But for tonight, she turned in without a care in the world, her heart was full and her mind at ease.
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Rated: Teen - 4.1k - Rena Natsukawa x Original Character
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Tags: Hokkaido Gals are Super Adorable, Rena Natsukawa x Original Character, Rena Natsukawa x OC, Rena x OC, Fuyuki Minami, Natsukawa Rena, Shiki Tsubasa, Original Character, Rena Natsukawa, Minami Fuyuki, Tsubasa Shiki, Akino Sayuri, Manga & Anime, Alternate Universe, College/University AU, Fluff, Friendship, College, Romance, Eventual Romance, Slow Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Fate, Drama, Light Angst, Tokyo, I didn't sleep to write this, Gossip, Love Confessions, Confessions, Crushes, Dating, Falling In Love, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Kendo, Plot, Slice of Life, Canon Spoilers, Tension, Family Drama, Plot Twists, Idiots in Love, post-epilogue
Finals came and went in a whirlwind, leaving Rena feeling triumphant, as if she had just slain a beast. Each test that had once stood in her way, now lay defeated. She had slayed them all: every problem, every essay, and every equation, claiming what felt like an inevitable victory over Akimitsu. In the week that followed, she allowed herself a rare indulgence: a well-earned break. With the semester officially behind her, Rena found herself in a state of restless anticipation, eagerly awaiting the moment when Akimitsu would reveal his scores. She had been chasing this moment for so long, desperate to see all her efforts pay off..
During those carefree post-finals days, Rena often took walks through her neighborhood, occasionally with Umi and Hikari at her side. Unlike before, they went relatively unnoticed during their outings, a stark contrast to the unwanted attention that had once been a constant nuisance. However, Rena had begun to notice a peculiarity. Whenever she arrived at a place, any men who appeared to be university students mysteriously vanished. For someone of her petite stature, who didn’t exactly exude an intimidating presence, this sudden avoidance was strange.
One afternoon, curiosity got the better of her, and she turned to Umi with a puzzled expression. "Hey, have you noticed how guys just seem to… vanish whenever we show up?"
Umi raised an eyebrow, clearly not having given it much thought. “Huh. Now that you mention it, yeah, that is weird. I hadn’t really paid attention until you pointed it out.” She shared Rena's confusion, glancing around as if trying to catch one of these disappearing men in the act.
“Bizarre, right?” Rena mused, shaking her head with a soft laugh. "Not that I’m complaining. It’s actually kind of nice not to be harassed every other time we’re out."
They both laughed, but Rena couldn’t shake the peculiarity of it all. Ever since that incident when she was rescued, when those miscreants had assaulted her, and someone had stepped in to help, things had been different. Odd, yet refreshingly different. She could go anywhere now without constantly being on edge, without glancing over her shoulder.
On one particularly bright and sunny afternoon, Hikari was busy with drama club, leaving Rena and Umi free to wander the bustling streets of the shopping district. Their walk led them to a cozy little bookstore tucked away in a side alley, one of Umi’s favorite hidden gems. Umi, an avid reader with a love for historical and romantic novels, had brought Rena here before, but today she was especially animated. As they browsed through the shelves, Rena couldn’t help but notice Umi’s eyes light up when she spotted a series she adored.
“Oh my gosh, you have to read this!” Umi exclaimed, clutching a book to her chest as if it were a precious treasure. The excitement in her voice was contagious.
Rena raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Umi’s enthusiasm. “What’s it about?”
“It’s about these two lovers from different social classes who meet in secret, despite the risks. It’s so tragic but so beautiful!” Umi’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she spoke, clearly lost in the story already.
Rena chuckled, watching this new side of her friend with amusement. “Wow, I didn’t know you were such a romantic,” a playful grin spread across her face.
Umi blushed, laughing a little at her own giddiness. “Well, I guess I can be,” she admitted, glancing down at the book with a shy smile. “But Hikari isn’t really into the lovey-dovey stuff, you know? She’s more into the… uh, steamy, adult themes.” Umi squirmed as she confessed this, clearly embarrassed.
Rena couldn’t help but laugh at the contrast. “Really? Hikari’s into that?”
Umi nodded, still a little red. “Yeah, but it’s fine. I mean, it’s not really my thing, but I’m glad she doesn’t judge me for being, you know… more of a hopeless romantic.”
Rena gave her a playful nudge. “Hey, no judgment here. Besides, someone’s gotta balance out all the steam with some pure, heartwarming love stories.”
Umi was relieved, laughing off her earlier embarrassment.. "Thanks, Rena. I’ll leave the steamy stuff to Hikari, and I’ll stick to my tragic romances."
They both laughed, Umi grabbed a couple of books and they found a table to sit and read the back cover teasers.
Umi leaned in just a touch closer to Rena examining her, her eyes gleamed with mischief. “So,” she began, voice dripping with curiosity, “what’s your take on romantic novels, hmm?” Her question seemed innocent enough, but the undertone gave ulterior motives. Umi wasn’t just idly wondering about Rena’s reading habits—she was fishing, trying to unearth something deeper, a suspicion that had been brewing in her mind for a while now.
Much like Akino and Minami before her, Umi had started to notice little signs, small shifts in Rena's demeanor whenever Akimitsu's name came up. It wasn’t anything over the top though, just small instances noticed in their time in class. Rena, after all, was nothing if not composed, but there was definitely something there; A flicker in her eyes, a hesitation in her speech. Umi, ever the detective, was determined to get to the bottom of it.
Rena played it cool, though the question had caught her off guard. She tapped her fingers lightly on the table, a thoughtful look crossing her face as she considered her response. Umi, however, was having none of her aloofness. She raised an eyebrow and went to work. “Oh, don’t think too hard about it, Rena. Just tell me, do you swoon over all those grand romantic gestures, or are you more of a realist?”
Rena narrowed her eyes playfully. “And what exactly are you insinuating, Umi?”
“Oh, nothing,” Umi said feigning innocence with a shrug.. “Just that… maybe, just maybe, someone we know has a secret soft spot for a certain someone. You know, someone tall, rugged, and easy on the eyes?”
Rena felt the heat rise to her cheeks before she could stop it, and Umi, ever observant, did not miss the faint blush.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Rena shot back, trying to maintain her usual calm. But her attempt to deflect only made Umi more convinced she was on the right track.
“Sure,” Umi teased, an expression of complete amusement sprawled on her face. “But you know, they say that romantic novels tend to reveal more about what we want in real life than we think. Just a thought.”
Rena tried to hold her composure, but Umi’s probing had clearly struck a nerve. “Romantic novels, huh?” she echoed, leaning back slightly as she pretended to mull over the question further. But in reality, her mind stalled at her questions. Why was Umi digging around this subject? This wasn’t just about books anymore, and Rena could feel the unspoken topic hanging in the air between them.
Of course, Umi wasn’t going to let her off easy. She had a glint in her eye, she was onto something and wasn’t about to let it go. “Come on, Rena,” Umi pressed, “Are you telling me you’ve never been swept off your feet by some grand romantic gesture in one of those novels? Or at least imagined what it’d be like?”
Rena scoffed, her fingers now drumming a steady rhythm on the table as if that might distract her from the creeping chills she could feel rising up her neck. “Swooning over some fictional prince charming isn’t exactly my style,” she replied, trying to sound dismissive.
Umi wasn’t buying it. “Really? Not even once? I mean, what about someone who’s not fictional? Someone… real?”
Rena rolled her eyes, but she could feel Umi’s gaze on her, sharp and unrelenting. It was obvious now that Umi wasn’t just talking about some random love story, she was digging for something far more specific.
“I think you’re reading too much into this,” Rena said with a sigh, but her voice didn’t carry the conviction she had hoped for. There was a slight waver, and Umi’s smile only grew wider.
“Am I, though?” Umi tilted her head, her voice turning sing-song. “Because, you know… you’ve been acting a little funny lately. Especially when a certain someone’s name comes up.”
Rena stiffened, and Umi pounced. “Akimitsu,” she said, dropping the name with a dramatic flourish. “You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed how often his name gets brought up in conversation these days. And how you always get just a little, what’s the word, flustered?”
Rena felt her heart skip a beat, but she refused to let it show. “Umi!” she scoffed in an attempt to play it cool but failing miserably. “That’s a bit of a stretch, don’t you think?”
But Umi wasn’t backing down. “I don’t know… is it?” she teased. “I mean, come on, Rena. You’ve been locked in these ‘fights’ with him forever, right? And now that finals are over, you’re just sitting here, waiting for him to reveal his scores like it’s some kind of life-or-death showdown. Don’t tell me there isn’t more to it than just who scored higher on the math test. You've been at each other's throats all semester.”
Rena’s fingers paused mid-drum as Umi’s words sank in. It was true, she had been obsessing over Akimitsu’s scores more than usual. But wasn’t that just part of the deal? Part of the competition she thrived on? She tried to convince herself that’s all it was, but Umi’s knowing smirk was making it harder to believe.
“His deal is a big part of it,” Rena said after a moment, her voice carefully measured. “I’ve been dying to find out why he only goes by his first name all semester. Of course, I want to know how he did even though I hate him”
Umi let out a dramatic sigh, leaning back in her chair. “Yeah, yeah, The Deal. But you know what they say, right?”
Rena blinked. “What?”
“There’s a fine line between hate and… something else.” Umi gave her a pointed look, one that said she wasn’t fooled by Rena’s cool exterior.
Rena crossed her arms, leaning back herself as if mimicking Umi’s posture might give her some control over the conversation. “I think you’re confusing this with something it’s not,” she replied, but the defensiveness in her tone was impossible to miss.
“Or maybe you’re not ready to admit that there’s more going on here. It’s fine, you know? You wouldn’t be the first person in history to develop feelings for the person they’ve been beefing with,” Umi added.
Rena opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. She wasn’t sure why Umi’s words had gotten under her skin the way they had. It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about Akimitsu before, he was boorish, carefree, and unmannered. All things she despised. Feelings of romance toward him? That was a complete stretch. Wasn’t it?
“I don’t have feelings for Akimitsu,” she bluntly stated, the words feeling strange on her tongue.
“Of course you don’t,” Umi replied smoothly, but the sarcasm cut through Rena’s statement. She leaned forward, her tone playful but pointed. “I’m just saying, if you did, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”
Rena narrowed her eyes. “I don’t.”
“Uh-huh.” Umi stood up, her smile still firmly in place as she stretched and grabbed her bag. “Well, when you finally figure out what’s going on in that overachieving brain of yours, let me know. I’ll be waiting.”
Rena watched her go and purchase the books, her mind spinning in the wake of the conversation. She didn’t have feelings for Akimitsu… did she? It was just a competition for the sake of information. Just fighting and irritation. That’s all it had ever been. But as she sat there, her fingers tapping absentmindedly on the table once more, she couldn’t help but wonder if Umi had a point.
With a frustrated sigh, Rena grabbed her things, bought a book that caught her attention, and headed out of the bookstore. Umi’s words had disturbed a side of her that lay dormant inside.
Days later, Rena found herself lounging on her sofa, trying to lose herself in the historical novel she had picked up during her last outing with Umi. The summer heat was at its peak, but her thoughts were elsewhere, constantly drifting to Akimitsu. His scores still hadn’t come in, and the waiting was gnawing at her. She had done everything she could to distract herself from the anticipation, but it lingered like a shadow in the back of her mind. She needed to know that she had succeeded. To her, victory over him was inevitable, a confirmation of her hard work. Damn it Umi… She thought to herself as she was reminded of her friend's analysis from the other day. But speak of the devil and she shall appear:
The universe had heard her inner thoughts, her phone buzzed on the armrest beside her. It was a message from Umi:
Meet Hikari and I at the diner in half an hour. I have something for you. It’s from him.
Rena’s heart leapt into her throat the second she read the message. This was it—the moment. The triumph she had been waiting for. She shot up from the couch, her heart pounding. Her hands were trembling as she hurried to change into something more suitable, opting for a nicer top, fitted shorts, and her white sneakers. She hesitated for a moment before grabbing her fan, the one she never left home without these days. It was her comfort, her shield, the thing that always steadied her when the world felt too chaotic.
Once she was ready, she set off for the diner, the tension and excitement building with every step. She couldn’t wait to finally claim her victory over Akimitsu, to throw his smugness back in his face after enduring his ridiculous attitude for the latter half the semester. As she walked, her fingers subconsciously tightened around the fan, clutching it close to her chest.
When she arrived at the diner, she spotted Umi and Hikari sitting at their usual booth, the same spot they always gathered for late-night talks and spontaneous get-togethers. Rena crept up behind them, sliding into the booth without a sound, grinning mischievously as she caught them both by surprise.
Hikari jumped, nearly spilling her drink. “Jeez, Rena! Could you not be a ninja for once? Say something next time!”
Umi burst out laughing, wiping a tear from her eye as she tried to catch her breath. “I swear, Rena, you’re way too good at sneaking up on people! Poor Hikari didn’t stand a chance.”
Rena grinned, pleased with herself as they exchanged greetings, but she quickly cut to the chase. “Alright, enough messing around. Where is it?”
“I’m happy to see you too Rena,” Umi joked, “I'm kidding, I know exactly how much you've been wanting this. Luckily I saw him out in the wild and badgered him for it.”
Umi’s playful expression softened, and she reached into her bag, pulling out an unopened envelope. She slid it across the table towards her, a glimmer of curiosity in eyes. On the front, it read:
To Natsukawa
Rena’s fingers shook slightly as she tore open the envelope, and inside were two sheets of paper. The first was a letter labeled ‘READ THIS FIRST’, while the second, folded beneath it, could only be his results. Her instincts screamed at her to skip the letter and dive straight into the numbers, to see the proof of her victory, but something about the letter demanded her attention. Why would he write a personal note? What is he playing at? Her curiosity won out, and she unfolded the letter, eyes darting over the words.
To Natsukawa,
I do hope there aren’t any hard feelings. I know how much you wanted to win this little competition of ours. I respect your dedication, and I’m sure you gave it your best. As promised, my results are enclosed. But, as you’ll soon see, there was only ever one outcome.
This semester has been… entertaining, to say the least. Watching you get agitated at my presence was amusing. You tried so hard not to show it, but I could tell. You snuck more than a few glances my way during class—don’t think I didn’t notice.
Unfortunately, this is goodbye. At least for a while. I won’t be around to enjoy your attempts at scolding me or that adorable blush that matches your pink hair.
Until fate allows us to meet again,
-Akimitsu S.
Rena's heart hammered in her chest. The arrogance in his words was maddening, but that wasn’t what froze her in place. It was the way he’d written his name at the end…that final hint... Akimitsu S. The letter had given her something she hadn’t expected, a small clue about his family name. She was a step closer to figuring out who he really was.
But her mind barely had time to process it before she remembered—the results. She quickly unfolded the second page, her eyes scanning the numbers, and then… her breath hitched.
She had lost.
The numbers didn’t lie. Akimitsu had beaten her by a narrow margin, just enough to rob her of the victory she had been so certain of. She sat there, staring at the page, her heart sinking. The smugness in his letter made sense now—he had known. Of course, he had known all along that he had won. And now, he was rubbing it in her face, his final words taunting her: until fate allows us to meet again.
For a moment, Rena couldn’t speak. The shock of her defeat was too fresh, too sharp. She had worked tirelessly, pushing herself past her limits all semester. How did this happen?
Umi and Hikari exchanged concerned glances, noticing the change in Rena’s expression. Umi leaned forward, waving her hand in front of Rena’s face. “Rena? You okay? What does it say?”
Rena blinked, still numb from the shock. She swallowed, forcing her voice to work. “I… lost.”
The silence that followed was palpable. Both Umi and Hikari stared at her, disbelief flickering in their eyes. Hikari was the first to speak, her voice soft but incredulous. “You lost? To Akimitsu?”
Rena nodded, barely able to process it herself. “By a tiny margin… but yeah. He won.”
Umi leaned back in her seat, folding her arms with a sigh. “Well, damn. I thought for sure you had this one.”
Rena sat in stunned silence for a moment, she switched back to the letter and kept on rereading his final words. The way he signed it—Akimitsu S.—was maddeningly vague. His family name was within her grasp, but that single letter wasn’t enough. Not for her. She had to know more, to uncover the full truth behind this elusive, frustrating guy who had gotten under her skin.
“S? Just S? What kind of ridiculous hint is that?” she muttered, her fingers tightening around the letter.
Hikari, always quick to jump to conclusions, scoffed. “Honestly, are we even sure he didn’t cheat? I mean, it’s Akimitsu! He seems like the type who would do anything to win.”
That accusation made Rena’s blood boil. She snapped her gaze to Hikari, eyes flashing. “Cheat? No way. Akimitsu may be obnoxious, but he wouldn’t cheat. He’d want to win fair and square, just so he could rub it in my face.”
Hikari raised her hands defensively. “Okay, okay, just saying! You don’t have to get all fiery about it, jeez.. Anyway, whatever, don't worry about it, what are you going to do now? You’re obviously not going to drop it.”
She was right on the money, Rena gritted her teeth. She couldn’t just accept this loss, not without at least finding out who he really was. She stood up abruptly, startling both Umi and Hikari. “I need to find him.”
Umi frowned, a flicker of concern in her eyes. “Really? Right now? Sit down and I'll order you a milkshake or boba.”
“No,” Rena responded. “I’m not thirsty… I’m so lost right now, I’ve never felt this way before. I want to find him and I don’t know where to start.”
Umi examined her with the utmost concern and took Rena’s hand in her own.
Hikari bit her lip as if deep in thought before her face lit up with sudden realization. “Actually… wait a minute. I think I have a lead.”
Rena faced her, her heart skipping. “What lead?”
“Well, I know someone who dated him back in high school,” Hikari responded calmly. “My friend Mai’s older sister went out with Akimitsu for a little while. You know I always thought he was a jerk, but maybe she knows something useful.”
Rena’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”
Hikari nodded, already pulling out her phone. “I’ll text Mai and ask.”
The minutes dragged by slowly. Rena’s pulse thrummed with nervous energy as she waited. It wasn’t long before Hikari’s phone buzzed, and she glanced down at the screen, eyes widening.
“She says she knows where he goes often, a rec center nearby. He goes there for some kind of regular event.”
“Event?” Rena asked, leaning in, eager for details.
“Yeah. Mai says it’s something extra. Hold on, let me get more info.” Hikari typed furiously, and after another tense few seconds, she raised her head with a smirk. “It’s a kendo tournament. Apparently, Akimitsu is really into it. She even sent me a link to the event’s website.” Hikari scanned the website thoroughly, “Hey, there’s a tournament coming up soon, and you can buy tickets. And there’s a catch: formal traditional attire is required for spectators.”
“Kendo?” Rena blinked, the pieces of Akimitsu’s hidden life clicking into place. Kendo? Of all things, she hadn’t expected that. He didn’t strike her as the traditional, martial arts type. “There's so much I don't know about him,” she murmured, both surprised and intrigued. This was a side of him she hadn’t anticipated before, one that added more layers to his mysterious persona. And formal attire? That detail had stirred her personal interest. She had always loved traditional dress, the grace and poise it required. Now, she had even more reason to go.
Without missing a beat, Rena pulled out her phone and quickly looked up the event. The tournament was happening in just a few days. She scanned the page, taking in the details. This was her best shot at finding him, at getting some real answers.
She let out a determined huff and couldn’t risk waiting any longer. This was the perfect opportunity to confront Akimitsu, to finally get the truth about his family name and maybe, just maybe, to understand why he had been so enigmatic and difficult all semester.
Rena clenched her fists, her stubbornness and determination swelling within her. “I’m going,” she declared, the fire in her eyes burning brighter. “I have to go to this event. It’s the only way.”
Umi leaned forward, mingling with curiosity and concern. “Are you sure about this, Rena? What if he’s not even there?”
“He’ll be there,” Rena said firmly, her gaze locked on the website. “He wouldn’t miss this. I just know it.”
Hikari grinned, clearly enjoying Rena’s fiery determination. “Wow Rena, you have it bad. In that case, you’d better go all out then. You’ll need to get your hands on some formal attire. You can’t show up to a kendo tournament looking casual.”
Rena didn't pay any mind to her comment, her actions were beyond rationality. She was already mentally planning her outfit. “Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m going to wear.”
Knowing her next step, Rena was finally able to relax and socialize with her friends in a normal fashion. Umi and Hikari offered their support and teased Rena about her newfound determination to track Akimitsu down.
Umi couldn’t help but give Rena an encouraging pat on the shoulder. “You’ve got this. Just… don’t kill him when you find him, alright?”
Rena laughed, the fire in her eyes had not dimmed. “No promises.”
With a final round of thanks to both of her friends, Rena stood up, determination radiating off her. She knew what she had to do next—prepare for the tournament, plan her outfit, and, most importantly, confront Akimitsu. She couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.
As she left the diner, her mind buzzed with plans. The clock was ticking, and the tournament was fast approaching. She only had a short time to prepare, but that only made her more determined.
This wasn’t over… not until she had her answers.
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Rated: Mature - 2.5k - Nico Robin x Franky
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After a struggle that seemed as if it would last a lifetime, the battle for Wano was won… Luffy and his crew, along with the samurai alliance, prevailed in their fight against Kaido and Orochi's army. With Wano free, Momonosuke rose to power and restored the Kozuki clan's honor, along with his country's hopes and dreams. Tonight, it seemed like the festivities would continue until everyone had their fill, free to do as they pleased.
What had been planned as a single-day fire festival soon expanded into a multi-day celebration, a joyous commemoration of Wano’s liberation from the tyrannical grip of suffering. The people of the island rejoiced in the streets, their laughter echoing through the air, lanterns glowing against the night sky like stars brought down to earth. The scent of grilled food, sweet sake, and burning incense permeated the air as Momonosuke, alongside the Straw Hat crew and his retainers, indulged in the freedom they had fought so hard to secure. It was a festival for the ages, meant to honor the fallen and the living, where the “heroes” of Wano could join in once their battered bodies allowed them to.
But while the island celebrated, reveling in their newfound freedom, there was one person who couldn’t quite join in, one whose chest still clenched tightly with lingering pain, her mind weighed down by memories that had not yet loosened their grip. Nico Robin had done her best to maintain her composure throughout the day, smiling when needed, offering polite conversations when approached. Yet, beneath the surface, the emotions she had bottled up were threatening to overflow.
As the merriment reached an all time high in the main dining area, Robin felt herself growing more and more detached from the festive atmosphere around her. The lively chatter and the constant movement became too much. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more oppressive than the last, and her chest tightened with an invisible weight she could no longer ignore.
She needed to get away.
In a moment of quiet resolve, she slipped from her seat, unnoticed by the others who were too engrossed in the party to see her go. Robin moved gracefully through the main dining hall area, her expression calm despite the inner turmoil she was trying so desperately to conceal. The clinking of cups, the hearty laughter, and the occasional bursts of music became distant as she retreated further and further from the crowd. The vibrant glow of lanterns faded as she made her way through the dim corridors of the hall, seeking refuge in the quieter corners of the building.
Finally, she found a small room tucked away from the celebrations. The door creaked softly as she pushed it open, stepping into the cool, shadowed space. It was dimly lit by a single paper lantern, its soft glow casting flickering shadows across the room’s sparse furnishings: a low table, a few cushions, and a screen door that led out to a quiet garden. The room had an air of serenity about it, a peaceful solitude that sharply contrasted the lively atmosphere just outside. But for Robin, it was a haven, a place where she could finally breathe.
She closed the door behind her, the muffled sounds of the festival in the distance. The silence of the room wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, but it also brought with it the thoughts she had been trying to escape. Her heart, which had been pounding all day with the weight of unprocessed fear and grief, now thudded heavily in her chest.
Robin moved slowly toward the center of the room, her knees feeling weak as she knelt on the floor. She placed a hand over her chest, as if trying to physically calm the storm of emotions swirling inside her. The flickering lantern light reflected in her dark eyes as she stared at the floor, her thoughts once again drifting to Kaido’s burning castle, the suffocating heat of the flames, and the chilling moment when CP-0 had appeared from the smoke.
She was defenseless after her battle with Black Maria, her stamina drained to the very edge. And then they had come for her, the agents, faceless and merciless, determined to capture her. It had all happened so fast, her limbs heavy with exhaustion, her mind screaming at her to run, to fight, but her body had been paralyzed by fatigue. She would have been taken, dragged away into the clutches of the World Government, had it not been for Brook. He had protected her, his calm presence a lifeline amidst the chaos, guiding her to safety even as the castle crumbled around them.
But even now, safe from danger, the old wounds resurfaced. The terror of being hunted, the memories of CP-9, the despair she had felt during the Water 7/ Enies Lobby incident, and the haunting fear of losing everything and everyone all over again. Those scars were fresh, bleeding beneath the surface of her calm exterior. Her body trembled slightly as she knelt there, the room’s quiet stillness contrasting the storm brewing inside her.
Her breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, and she wrapped her arms tightly around herself, as if she could hold herself together through sheer willpower. She bent forward, her forehead nearly touching the floor as her sobs, so carefully suppressed, finally broke free. Her mind was a blur of memories, each one sharper than the last: her mother’s final words, Saul’s laughter before he was silenced forever, the cold, hollow feeling of losing everything.
But then, through the darkness of her thoughts, a voice echoed in her mind. A voice she had not expected to hear at such a moment.
"No matter how dangerous you may be, just being alive, being who you are, is never wrong!"
She clung to those words like a lifeline.
Franky's voice suddenly cutting through the haze of her distress. It was strange—his voice wasn’t actually in the room with her, yet it had settled at the very center of her thoughts, clear and reassuring.
Franky…
The mere thought of him brought a wave of warmth that dulled the sharp edges of her panic. Slowly, her mind shifted away from the pain and toward him. His vibrant blue hair—so unique, so utterly Franky—flashed in her memory, and she found herself smiling, despite everything. Then came the image of his physique, a striking mix of power and sleek engineering, and with it, the bold, larger-than-life personality that made him stand out in a world full of extraordinary people.
As she thought about him, the tightness in her chest began to ease. Her heart, which had been racing with anxiety moments ago, now pounded with something else entirely: excitement. It amazed her how just thinking about him could chase away the shadows, and could lift the crushing weight off her chest. Franky had always been different, a person who managed to make her feel grounded, even amidst the chaos.
While the entire crew had fought to save her, there was something about Franky that had carved out a special place in her heart. She remembered how he’d put himself on the line for her, taking bullets without a second thought, shielding her with his body as though it was the most natural thing in the world. His concern for her had been so genuine, so selfless, and though they hadn’t known each other long, she felt a connection to him that went deeper than she could explain. There was also his morality that stood out to her, back in Dressrosa he swore to fight alongside the Tontattas in their revolution against the Donquixote family no matter what.
From that moment on, Franky stood out in ways she hadn’t fully acknowledged until now. She recalled the first time they brought him aboard the crew. She’d strong-armed him—literally—when the opportunity arose, grabbing him by the balls to force him to join. At the time, she hadn’t known why she felt so compelled to keep him close, but now it seemed obvious. Something inside her had known even then that she didn’t want him far from her.
As these thoughts caressed her, Robin could almost feel his presence beside her. She replayed the way his eyes had met hers in the past, the steady reassurance in his gaze before he snapped into his larger-than-life self. Her heart fluttered again, and she realized her hands were trembling slightly. What was this feeling? She couldn’t quite place it, but whatever it was, she didn’t want it to end.
Franky was rough around the edges, yes, but there was a warmth beneath the bravado that Robin had always sensed. His laughter was full-bodied, like he put his entire soul into it. He had a passion for everything he did, a reckless joy for life that she found intoxicating. Deep down, she had always cared for him, though she had never allowed herself to explore those feelings beyond the bounds of friendship. He was her crewmate, her friend. And yet, the way she felt about him was beginning to feel like so much more.
But that terrified her.
Robin had lost too much already: her mother, Saul, the island of Ohara. The fear of attachment had kept her guarded, she was a one point distant even from her crewmates. She had worn an air of aloofness, presenting herself as the mysterious scholar, the composed archaeologist. Inside however, she was anything but. The thought of getting too close to someone, of letting herself care—it filled her with a crippling anxiety. What if she lost him? What if Franky became another person she loved only to see ripped away?
She had told herself for so long that it was better to keep her distance, to protect her heart from that kind of pain. But here she was, sitting in the dimly lit room, feeling her heart race not from fear, but from the rush of emotions she could no longer deny. She trusted her crewmates with all her being, every single one of them, she had for a while now, and just as she went running to help Sanji in need, she was going to have to do the same for herself: and trust in her feelings.
Robin slowly sat up, her body no longer hunched over in despair. She adjusted her position, crossing her legs and resting her hands in her lap. Her breathing was still a little shaky, her heart still thudding heavily in her chest, but it was no longer the suffocating panic from before. Her spirit felt lighter than air now as she finally let go of the small portion of fear she had been holding on to.
Franky… What is it about you that makes me feel so strange?
Robin's thoughts swirled, trying to pin down exactly what it was about him that stirred this unfamiliar sensation inside her. Was it the way he carried himself, so confident? Or was it his genius, his knack for innovating everything around him? Or maybe it was that strange, boyish sense of wonder he seemed to carry, mixed with his occasional bursts of immaturity. She chuckled softly, her lips curling into a smirk as she fondly recalled the ridiculous moment when Franky had flown away using nothing but farts powered by cola. He could be so absurd—and yet, somehow, that only made him more endearing.
Memories began to flood her mind all at once, the small moments they had shared over time. The meals together, the way he’d playfully carry her like a queen without a second thought, the countless times he had shielded her from danger, guiding her to safety. A wave of warmth spread through her, washing away the last remnants of her earlier panic. In this quiet moment, she realized something that made her chest flutter—she wanted more. She wanted to be held by him again, to share more meals, more laughter, to be adored by him the way he always seemed to adore her.
"WOAH! Now who is that gorgeous lady!" His booming voice echoed in her head, filling her with a burst of joy. He had always seen her as beautiful, always accepted her for who she was. It wasn’t just the admiration in his words but the genuine warmth behind them. Franky wasn’t someone who said things lightly. When he called her beautiful, he meant it with his whole heart. And now, in this moment of clarity, Robin allowed herself to give in, to let her thoughts run wild with the possibilities.
For so long, she had carried the weight of her past, of loss and heartache. But now, as she let her mind linger on Franky, the pain of those old memories began to fade, replaced by a gentle, glowing hope.
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, savoring the cool air as it filled her lungs. As she let it out, a sense of release washed over her. The tension she had been holding on to for so long finally began to melt away. And in that quiet moment, she came face-to-face with a truth she had been denying for far too long.
“I love him.”
The realization struck her like a tidal wave, overwhelming at first. She sat there for a moment, stunned, as the weight of it settled in. But as the words sank deeper, a smile crept across her face: wide, bright, and uncontainable. She tried to cover her mouth with her hand, but her joy bubbled up inside her, spilling out in soft giggles that soon grew louder.
"I... I’m in love with Franky," she whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief.
The sheer abruptness of the realization left her speechless for a moment. Her usually fair complexion flushed with a deep rose tint, spreading quickly across her cheeks. She had never, in her wildest dreams, imagined falling in love. Love wasn’t something she had ever thought possible for her—not with her history, not with the walls she had built around herself. It had always felt like something distant, something meant for other people. But now, the undeniable truth of her feelings was staring her in the face, impossible to ignore.
Can we truly be together? she wondered, the question lingering in her mind like a half-formed dream. Could someone like her, with so much darkness in her past, really be with someone as bright and open as Franky?
Slowly, Robin rose from the cold floor, her movements deliberate and measured. The room around her felt smaller now, as if the space itself was shrinking beneath the weight of her new realization. She couldn’t stay hidden away any longer, not with this truth hanging in the air.
With a newfound resolve, she stepped toward the door, her heart pounding in her chest. The next move was hers to make. If she was going to let Franky into her life, into her heart, she needed to know more, needed to see how he felt, if there was a real future for them.
Robin stepped out of the secluded room, leaving behind the shadows of her past. She would find him, talk to him, because if anyone could help her navigate this new, strange feeling, it was the man with the bright blue hair and the even brighter heart.
Notes:
Thank you for reading chapter 1!! I plan for this fic to be a good length, I’m refining chapter 2, so it will be up soon!
Rated: Teen - 5.4k - Rena Natsukawa x Original Character
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The next morning, Rena woke up with a slight headache, her mind clouded and disoriented. It took her a few moments to piece together the fragments of the previous night, and then, all at once, it rushed back to her— the confrontation with those men, their jeering voices cutting through the night, and the mysterious figure who had come to her rescue. His soft, calm voice echoed in her memory, soothing but distant. She groaned as she pushed herself up, her muscles aching from the struggle. Though she hadn’t been seriously hurt, the tension of the encounter clung to her body.
As she replayed the events, her thoughts kept circling back to him— her rescuer. He had appeared out of nowhere, a fleeting presence in the chaos, and then disappeared just as quickly. Why had he helped her? Who was he? The questions gnawed at her as the remnants of fear lingered in the pit of her stomach.
Over the next few days, time seemed to slip by in a blur, yet Rena couldn’t shake the unease. Her steps were quicker now, and she made sure to be home before nightfall, the memory of the attack haunting her with every step. It wasn’t just fear anymore; a new wariness had settled into her, a heightened awareness of her surroundings that she hadn’t needed before.
Though the street had become a source of anxiety, the image of her rescuer stayed with her, like a strange light amidst the darkness. She caught herself thinking about him constantly— his silhouette, his voice— almost as if she were looking for him in every passing figure. But these thoughts were complicated. They brought a sense of security, yet they also highlighted her vulnerability, reminding her of how quickly things could spiral out of control. Whether she was walking to class or sitting in lectures, Rena's mind drifted, caught between the lingering trauma and the bizarre comfort she associated with the stranger who had saved her.
The trauma grew more pronounced as days went by. She started missing class, which for Rena, was unheard of. Nights were the worst; sleep didn't come easily. She found herself waking up from vague, disjointed dreams where she was running, always running, and those men were right behind her. Whenever her mind drifted back to the moment of her rescue, it stirred a mix of emotions. There was relief, even a strange sense of warmth, but it clashed with an unsettling reminder of her vulnerability. Thinking of him brought a confusing comfort— something good in the midst of fear— yet it also made her question why she couldn’t let go of the memory, as if clinging to him was both soothing and troubling at once.
More time passed and Rena began to feel like herself again, though it was a slow and uneven process. The nightmares became less frequent, and she no longer felt the constant weight of fear pressing down on her chest. With each passing day, she regained some of her old confidence, convincing herself that the incident was behind her. She started going out with Umi and Hikari again, though she still kept an eye on her surroundings, and her steps were always a little quicker when she was alone. The sense of unease still lingered, but it had dulled, like a distant echo rather than a sharp, immediate fear.
When she finally decided to go back to class regularly, Rena felt ready, as if she had turned a corner. Walking into the familiar space brought a sense of normalcy, and she found herself looking forward to catching up with Umi and her other classmates. That feeling came to an abrupt halt the moment she entered the classroom.
As she stepped inside, she noticed that everyone seemed unusually quiet, their attention focused on someone sitting towards the back of the room. Murmurs filled the air as her classmates exchanged glances, their eyes darting to the same spot. Umi hurried over to Rena, tugging her sleeve gently.
"Hey, did you see him?" Umi whispered, nodding towards the back.
Rena followed her gaze, and in an instant, her stomach dropped. Her eyes landed on him— an invader. He sat there, relaxed, as if he belonged, while everyone around him gossiped in hushed voices. Rena's breath caught in her throat. She recognized him immediately, Akimitsu, noticing his smug presence. But instead of feeling glad that she had finally encountered him after weeks, a wave of frustration surged through her.
Her thoughts raced: Why was he here? Did he know she was in this class? Her mind buzzed with unanswered questions, and a knot of anger tightened in her chest.
Rena groaned, muttering under her breath, "You’ve got to be kidding me."
Umi tugged at Rena’s arm, quietly pleading with her to let it go, but Rena was already on the move. Completely ignoring her friend's warnings, she made a beeline for him. Her irritation bubbled up with every step, the unresolved emotions from the diner now mixing with this unexpected and unwelcome surprise. Her eyes narrowed as she approached him. She crossed her arms over her chest as she stopped in front of his desk, her presence demanding his attention.
He was sitting there casually, leaning back in his chair as if the whole world revolved around him, completely unbothered by the curious glances and whispered chatter from the others in the room. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles, and his posture was one of effortless ease. When he finally glanced up, their eyes met, and for a split second, she caught something unexpected— a faint redness and intrigued look on his face, just barely visible beneath his composed exterior. But, just as quickly, his expression shifted, that familiar, insufferable smirk taking over, like he hadn’t just been caught off guard.
Rena narrowed her eyes, stepping closer, her fan resting securely in her hand, a physical reminder of her own resolve. She wasn’t about to let him off easily.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice edged with irritation, cutting through the quiet air between them.
A lazy eyebrow quirked up as he met her gaze head-on, unflinching. For a brief moment, he seemed to consider her question, his lips curling into that trademark smug grin.
"What, no 'hello'?" he teased, his voice smooth and infuriatingly calm. "You know, you could at least pretend to be happy to see me."
Rena's jaw tightened, her patience wearing thin, but before she could fire back a retort, he continued, that smirk of his growing more pronounced.
"Hey Pinky," he muttered, his tone casually teasing her, he found the whole situation amusing. "Believe it or not, I’m part of this class now."
Her teeth ground together at the nickname, but before she could speak, he shot her a look that was all too knowing. It was as if he was daring her to rise to the bait, to challenge him.
"Pinky? Really?" she shot back, her arms tightening in frustration. "That’s what you’re going with again?"
"What? It suits you," he smirked.
She rolled her eyes, trying to rein in her rising temper, "That’s not the point. Why are you here? You don’t just show up in a class out of nowhere."
"Relax." —he leaned back in his chair with a shrug— "Transfer. Simple as that. Guess that makes us classmates now."
Rena’s frustration spiked. Of all the places…
"Right," she scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "And I’m supposed to believe that it’s just a coincidence?"
"Think whatever you want, Pinky. But I’m not here for you," he met her gaze with a challenge in his eyes.
Rena huffed, the tension between them so thick it was almost suffocating. Why did he always have this effect on her? Her pulse quickened, not from fear or even rage, but from the way he looked at her, so smug, so certain of himself. She hated that he could rile her up so effortlessly, like flicking a switch.
Umi, ever the voice of reason, slipped in behind her and gave her a gentle nudge, her presence grounding Rena for just a moment.
“Rena, maybe this isn’t the time,” Umi whispered, her voice low and cautious, sensing the impending clash. There was a nervous edge to her tone, as if she knew exactly where this was headed and hoped to stop it before it spiraled.
Rena took a breath, her lips parting as if to respond, but her eyes stayed locked on Akimitsu’s, the challenge in them unmistakable. She knew Umi was right, but there was something about this moment that made her reluctant to back down, especially with the smirk still plastered across his face.
"This isn't over" Rena muttered, her eyes not leaving his. She turned sharply and walked away, her heart racing.
"Well, I have to pass this class too," he remarked in a testy manner "So no, I won’t be leaving anytime soon. This history class is one of the most important ones for my degree. But apparently, they’re not letting me take it outside anymore like I was."
Rena spun back toward him, her eyes narrowing into a fierce glare. She could practically feel the heat rising to her cheeks as Akimitsu’s smug expression dug under her skin like a thorn. Every inch of him radiated arrogance, from the slight tilt of his head to the lazy way he leaned back, like he had already won some unspoken game between them. She hated that he could affect her like this, that with just one look, he could ignite a fire she had trouble controlling. The air around them felt charged, like a storm on the verge of breaking.
Akimitsu leaned forward slightly, his grin widening as if he could sense her rising frustration.
“I had no idea you’d be here. It was definitely a surprise,” he smirked with self-satisfaction. His eyes gleamed with a teasing light, one that Rena couldn’t ignore even if she tried. “What? Do you think I’m following you or something?” The way he played it so cool only made her temper flare hotter, her hands balling into fists at her sides.
Her patience was reaching its breaking point.
"Of course, of course. A total coincidence, huh?" She retorted as if insinuating that he was a creep and a stalker.
Akimitsu's eyes flashed with annoyance, his usual composure cracking for a moment. He straightened up, his jaw tightening as he glared at Rena.
“Watch yourself!” he snapped, his voice sharp. “This has nothing to do with you. I’m only here because they forced me into this class for the rest of the semester.” The smug amusement in his voice was gone, replaced by a raw edge that surprised Rena.
For a split second, Rena considered backing off, sensing that something deeper lay beneath his sharp words. But her own irritation flared just as quickly, and she wasn’t about to let him off so easily.
"Well, aren’t you just a pleasant one," she shot back, her sarcasm stinging. "I feel so bad for the professor, having to deal with you for the rest of the semester. Must be exhausting keeping up that attitude all the time."
"You’ll eat those words, Pinky," he muttered begrudgingly. The nickname was still as bothersome as ever but she noticed the slight shift in his tone.
Rena’s eyes gleamed with a new sense of satisfaction, her smirk widening as she tilted her head slightly, watching Akimitsu's reaction. His usual cocky demeanor, which once grated on her nerves, was now becoming more entertaining than annoying. It was like a game to her now, watching him struggle to maintain his cool while she chipped away at his facade.
“So, what’s the matter? Not as sharp when someone gives it back to you?” she teased, her voice light but laced with a challenge. “You always seemed to enjoy pushing my buttons, but now that I’m pushing back, you’re the one getting all riled up?”
She could see the faintest twitch in his jaw, a clear sign that her words were hitting their mark. For the first time, Rena found herself enjoying the banter more than she expected, the irritation that usually accompanied his presence fading into something closer to amusement. Is this what Minami meant by getting back at him? If so, she reveled in it and continued her assault against him.
"Oh, I’m so scared of you," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your words are just so intimidating. How will I ever survive the rest of the semester with ‘scary you’ sitting back there?"
He clenched his jaw, glaring at her with clear frustration. "Just you watch... PINKY!"
“Would you stop calling me that, you child!” Rena was feeling drained of the same old thing. “It’s starting to lose its effect”
His head flung back and he stared at the ceiling for a moment before thinking of a comeback. It did not take him long to turn the tables on her once more.
"And what would you have me call you, huh?” He started. “You keep butting into my business without even introducing yourself. Talk about rude!"
Her retort was on the tip of her tongue, but his words stopped her cold. He was... right. She hadn’t introduced herself. But she didn’t want to be on friendlier terms with him— he didn’t deserve that right now. Still, the fact that he had a point irked her to no end.
With a reluctant sigh, she lowered her arms and stared directly into his eyes. "Fine. I’m Rena Natsukawa. And I’m not rude. You just don’t deserve the pleasantries."
He raised an eyebrow at her, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, with deliberate emphasis, he replied, "Who are you to determine what I deserve, Rena?"
Hearing him say her first name like that, without the usual teasing or hostility, took her breath away for a split second. Her eyes widened, and to her dismay, she felt a flutter in her chest. The unexpected shift in tone threw her off balance, and though she tried to hold onto her annoyed demeanor, her cheeks betrayed her, heating up slightly.
She quickly tried to recover, but the shift in the air between them left her feeling uncertain. In an attempt to regain her control, she shot back, "Don’t think using my first name changes anything. You're still a pain."
He knew she had lost her grip in the situation. "Whatever you say, Rena."
Her lips tightened, she had nothing more to say, she marched back to her seat, Umi leading the way. But even as she walked away, his voice lingered in her mind, the way he said her name echoing longer than she'd like to admit.
Rena had resigned herself to the fact that every Monday and Wednesday, she would have to deal with Akimitsu. It had become an inevitable part of her routine, and every single time, without fail, they ended up at each other’s throats. It wasn’t like her at all—normally, Rena was calm, composed, the perfect girl with perfect grades. But something about Tokyo, and Akimitsu in particular, had a way of pushing all the wrong buttons, turning her into a woman who was constantly on edge, simmering just beneath the surface.
It didn’t help that, despite how much he infuriated her, her heart insisted on betraying her every time she was near him. Her chest fluttered whenever he spoke, and she hated the effect he seemed to have on her. It made things worse because Minami’s plan— an attempt to mess with him and throw him off— had completely backfired. Instead of getting under his skin, he was getting under hers. And though she refused to admit it, the confusion of it all left her flustered.
But one day, after enduring his endless teasing for what felt like forever, Rena decided she’d had enough. She wasn’t going to let him keep calling her by her first name without giving her something in return. She mustered up the courage to confront him, determined to force him to introduce himself properly. It felt ridiculous that they’d been sparring like this for weeks without so much as a formal introduction.
"W-well," she started, her voice faltering just slightly, betraying her nerves. "Aren't you gonna say your name? All you do is call me by my first name, but you never introduced yourself." Her tone was laced with frustration—she’d taken enough of his attitude without even knowing what to call him.
Akimitsu, of course, leaned back in his chair with that insufferable smirk of his. "I have a feeling you already know mine," he said with a lazy drawl, as if the whole thing was some kind of joke.
Rena groaned, shaking her head and rolling her eyes in exasperation. "Of course I know it. Everyone knows who you are. You're trouble," she shot back, her voice rising with each word. "But why should I be the only one introducing myself? You’re the one using my first name all the time. You should return the favor."
For a second, it seemed like he might actually take her seriously. But then, with a dramatic sigh, he shrugged. "Fine. My name’s Akimitsu. A pleasure," he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you only get my first name. No family name. Not that you didn’t already know that."
Rena’s eyes flicked toward the ceiling as she rolled them yet again, her patience already worn thin. His tone, the way he always managed to undercut every serious moment with that sarcastic edge, made her want to scream. She let out a long sigh, trying to rein in her frustration.
"Of course," she muttered, her tone now resigned as she glanced back at him. "How could I forget? Mister Mysterious, too cool for a last name."
He chuckled, clearly enjoying the way he was getting under her skin. "You get it, Pinky," he said with a wink, knowing full well the nickname still irked her.
She shot him a glare, but it lacked the intensity she’d intended. Somehow, the more she sparred with him, the harder it became to keep her annoyance genuine. There was something about the banter that, despite everything, felt… almost fun. But she wasn’t about to admit that out loud.
"Whatever," she said with a dismissive wave, though the small smile threatening to break through her frustration gave her away. "Just don’t get too comfortable with my name. You’re still a pain."
"And yet, you still can’t seem to stay away," he teased, leaning forward with that trademark smile.
Rena felt her cheeks warm slightly as her heart gave another unwelcome quiver. She hated that he wasn’t entirely wrong. She hated even more that some small part of her was starting to enjoy these exchanges. "Shush you," she shot back, quickly turning her attention to her notes as if the conversation hadn’t gotten to her at all.
But deep down, she knew better. Akimitsu had wormed his way into her thoughts, and despite everything, she couldn’t shake him—no matter how much she wanted to.
Akimitsu was always the first to duck out when class ended. The moment the professor dismissed them, he was already halfway out the door, disappearing before anyone could blink. He never said a word to anyone, not even Rena. By the time she realized he was gone, his seat was empty. At first, it didn’t bother her much— he was always a bit aloof, after all— but as time went on, she couldn’t help but wonder: Why does he leave so fast? The thought nagged at her. Did he not want to be around her any longer than he had to?
The ideas swirling in her head made her uneasy. It wasn’t like Akimitsu was one to care what others thought, but the idea that he might actually be avoiding her left a bitter taste in her mouth. The more she mulled over it, the less she liked where her thoughts led. Was it her? Was he just trying to escape from her, specifically?
The next day, she sat through the entire lecture, only half paying attention. Her gaze kept drifting toward him, her thoughts miles away from whatever the professor was saying. There was something that came back to mind that had been bothering her since she met him at the diner: he doesn't have a family name. It was odd and no matter how hard she tried to focus on the class, that detail kept floating to the surface of her mind. It just didn’t make sense still.
Despite her best efforts to focus on her upcoming finals, Rena found her thoughts straying to Akimitsu more often than she’d like to admit. She helped Umi and Hikari study whenever she could, hoping that tutoring them would serve as a distraction for her own restless mind. She was confident about the material, but her curiosity about Akimitsu had only grown. She found herself stealing glances at him more frequently, unable to stop the questions bubbling up inside her. It was driving her mad.
One day, after yet another unproductive study session in class, Rena let out a frustrated grunt and ran her hand through her hair, brushing a few stray strands out of her face. She had to stop this. If she didn’t ask him directly, her mind would keep spinning in circles, and she couldn’t afford to be distracted like this. Against her better judgment, she made up her mind.
Just ask him. What’s the worst that could happen? she thought, though her pulse quickened at the idea. She stood up, glancing over at Akimitsu, who was, as usual, minding his own business. Her palms were clammy, and her heart raced, but the need to satisfy her curiosity was stronger than her nerves. She walked toward him, closing the distance with each determined step.
When she stopped a few feet from his desk, he didn’t even bother looking up at first. “I’m starting to think you like me, Rena,” he said, his tone dripping with dry amusement. “I can’t think of any other reason you keep coming up to me.”
She scoffed, rolling her eyes at his smugness. Typical Akimitsu. Of course, he would say something like that. Still, she wasn’t about to let him get under her skin. With an exaggerated sigh, she composed herself, her voice coming out cool and indifferent despite the wild beating of her heart.
“In your dreams,” she shot back, folding her arms. “I just... have a question. It’s been bothering me for a while now, and I want an answer.”
She glanced away for a moment, taking a deep breath before finally meeting his eyes again. Her expression was firm, a mix of stubbornness and determination.
“Why do you always leave so fast after class? No parting remark, no last-minute insult? Do I really bother you that much?”
"Don’t you worry your pretty little pink head, I’m not avoiding you," Akimitsu said, leaning back in his chair and finally meeting her eyes. "I enjoy our little spats. It gives me something to look forward to. But I’ve got other priorities, things to take care of." He chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Now it really sounds like you like me."
That signature smug smile of his crept across his face, the one that always made her want to either punch him or… well, something else. "I have a feeling this isn’t the only thing you want to ask me, though."
He wasn’t wrong, but how he knew this was a mystery, it was as if he could read her like a book. She’d been dying to know his full name—the one topic that had eluded her for so long. It was strange, like some kind of puzzle she couldn’t solve, and now that she was standing right in front of him, curiosity took hold of her even more. She hardened herself, summoning her courage.
"My question is about your name. Your full name. I want to know..." Her voice was firm, her determination clear as she locked eyes with him. She expected another smirk, a sarcastic retort, something to brush her off. But for a split second, she saw him falter, his expression slipping. He looked surprised—caught off guard by her seriousness.
Without realizing it, Rena had taken a step closer into his comfort zone. Her usual composed demeanor cut through his playful nonchalance, leaving him momentarily flustered. He quickly tried to recover, straightening up and forcing his smug grin back into place, but she had already seen the shift.
"You really do want to know, huh?" he said, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness as his heart raced. But he wouldn’t give in that easily. No, he’d make her work for it. "Alright then, how about this? I’ll cut you a deal."
Rena raised an eyebrow, sensing some sort of trick coming. Sure enough, his facial expression turned playful, and he looked at her like she was the most amusing thing he’d ever seen.
"If you can top me in the final exams, I’ll tell you my full name. That’s my deal."
Her eyes widened in surprise. Was this… a challenge? And if so, was he actually serious? The guy who barely took notes, who spent most of the class with his head down, napping, was challenging her in academics? There was no way he was serious. It had to be some kind of joke. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, a frown forming on her lips as she tried to make sense of it.
"Why do you always have to be so difficult? Can’t you just answer the damn question already?" she snapped, her frustration bubbling to the surface.
Akimitsu leaned back again, lacing his fingers behind his head as he shrugged casually. "I truly hope you do your best in the finals, Rena Natsukawa. Good luck." His voice was dripping with amusement, and without another word, he closed his eyes, clearly signaling that the conversation was over—at least in his mind.
Rena stood there, speechless, her jaw clenched in frustration. He had completely ignored her question, again. She gritted her teeth, glaring down at him. How could one person be so infuriating?
"You’re unbelievable, you know that?" she huffed, her voice sharp with irritation. "I’m trying to get a straight answer from you, and all you do is dodge the question like it’s some kind of game to you!"
Akimitsu didn’t even flinch. He didn’t have to try; just by existing, he had a way of ruffling her feathers. It was maddening. He was the one person who could rile her up without even lifting a finger, and it drove her absolutely crazy.
Rena didn’t approve of Akimitsu’s challenge—of course he had to make it difficult—but if this was the only way to get him to answer her, then fine. She’d do it. She’d give it her absolute best. The thought of him outperforming her was laughable. Ridiculous, even. She had always been top of the class, and there was no way she was going to let some lazy, smug little shit beat her.
With just a week left before finals, Rena found herself more determined than ever. This wasn’t just about maintaining her rank anymore—it was personal. She threw herself into studying with a renewed intensity, even tutoring Umi and Hikari until they were nearly on par with her. By the time finals rolled around, the three of them had practically become study machines.
The night before the exam, they had decided to blow off some steam and headed to a karaoke bar. It turned out to be the perfect antidote to their week of cramming. After days of relentless studying, this was their well-deserved night filled with singing, laughter, and absolutely no talk of exams.
They took turns belting out their favorite songs, the tension from the past few days slowly melted away. Rena, Umi, and Hikari were in high spirits, their laughter ringing through the air as they playfully teased one another about who could hit the highest notes. At one point, they even video chatted with Minami and Akino, who joined the fun from a distance. Rena had been raving about them for ages, so it felt great for her friends to finally "meet" her other friends— even if it was through a screen. Akino’s light teasing and Minami’s infectious laughter only added to the joy of the night.
For the first time in days, Rena felt completely at ease. No worries lingered in her mind, not even the nagging thoughts of Akimitsu’s challenge—just pure, unadulterated fun. She desperately needed this moment: a perfect night with her friends where nothing else mattered.
“Hey, Rena!” Hikari called out, nudging her as she struggled with a high note. “If you keep this up, you might just summon a dog from the next block!”
“Please, Hikari, I’m clearly hitting all the right notes,” Rena shot back, feigning offense. “Or at least more than you are!”
“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who’s been bragging about how I’m going to crush Akimitsu,” Umi chimed in with a playful roll of her eyes. “You might want to save some of that confidence for the exam.”
Rena laughed, feeling the warmth of friendship envelop her like a cozy blanket. Little did she know, however, that this light-hearted banter would be the calm before the storm.
As the night continued, the karaoke bar buzzed with energy. Rena, fueled by her friends' playful jabs, decided to pick a particularly challenging song, one she had always dreamed of belting out perfectly. “Alright, everyone, watch and learn!” she declared, winking at her friends as she scrolled through the song list.
“Oh, this should be good,” Hikari said, leaning back in her chair. “I hope you brought your A-game!”
With the mic in hand, Rena launched into a spirited rendition, her voice rising and falling with dramatic flair. The others joined in, adding harmonies and making exaggerated faces as they cheered her on. Laughter bubbled around them, and for that moment, it felt as if nothing else existed outside the colorful lights and booming music.
Midway through the song, Rena paused for dramatic effect. “And this is what winning sounds like, Akimitsu!” she teased, winking at the camera where Minami and Akino were still connected. She sat back down and grabbed the phone to hear them better.
“Is that your strategy? Distracting him with your karaoke skills?” Umi shot back, laughter in her voice.
“It might be the only way to give him a fighting chance,” Rena retorted, reveling in the back-and-forth.
It was Hikari’s turn to start another song, but Umi glanced at her phone and frowned. “Hey, guys, we need to keep an eye on the time. We can’t be up all night singing. We have an exam tomorrow!”
“Oh, come on! We still have plenty of time!” Hikari protested, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “One more song won’t hurt!”
Rena waved one hand dismissively, her phone in the other. “It’s fine! We’ll sleep after the exam, right?” she quipped, earning another round of laughter.
“Yeah, right. Just don’t sleep during or you'll lose for sure!” Minami chimed in from the screen.
“Okay, okay, let’s do one more,” Umi relented, feeling the momentum of the night pull her in. “But then it’s time to go home and rest!” She scanned the list again, her eyes lighting up. “How about a duet, Hikari?”
“Absolutely! Let’s give them a show!” Hikari grinned, and they hopped up to the stage together, ready to steal the spotlight.
As they sang, Rena felt a spark of hope and joy, a feeling she hadn’t let herself indulge in during the grueling week of studying.When the song ended, they jumped up in excitement, the duo breathless and exhilarated.
“I can’t believe how good you two sounded!” Rena exclaimed!
“Best stress relief ever,” Umi agreed, giving Rena a playful nudge when returning to sit next to Rena. “Just don’t forget: tomorrow, we’ll need to channel all this energy into our finals”
“Don’t worry! I’ve got it all figured out,” Rena insisted, radiating confidence.
As the evening came to an end, Rena couldn’t shake the determination building inside her. There’s no way I’m losing this bet, she thought, a strong expression plastered on her face. She was feeling borderline cocky about it. After all, she had been studying tirelessly while, from what she had observed, Akimitsu hadn’t even bothered to take notes. The very idea of him beating her was simply absurd.
Yet, unbeknownst to Rena, she was blissfully unaware of how complicated her challenge with Akimitsu would turn out to be. Something was brewing beneath the surface, something she had completely overlooked in her perfectly laid plans. And when it finally emerged, it would catch her utterly off guard.
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Rena has finally left her hometown of Kitami for University in Tokyo. Will her life in a new place be as she planned? Or will a certain mystery guy turn her world upside down?
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The night before she left for university Rena ran into Tsubasa’s grandfather, Gin. He was a man who inspired and encouraged her to do what she loved. She accredited him for her love of traditional Japanese history and culture. They had not seen each other since she was a child, encountering him so near her departure felt as if it were fate. Shiki bestowed upon her his personal hand fan as a token, a reminder to look up at the sky so that the stars might cheer her up when she was sad. This was the final push she needed to confront her future and begin her new journey.
Rena Natsukawa left Hokkaido with a mix of emotions, feeling bittersweet as she said goodbye to her friends, family, and hometown. Though leaving was hard, she was excited to pursue her career in her chosen field at her top pick university in Tokyo. As she packed for the move, her thoughts were filled with reflections on the friends she’d made, her cherished home, and Tsubasa…
Her arrival in Tokyo couldn’t have gone smoother. Rena’s living arrangements had all been settled and it was only a matter of finding the address and unpacking. Tokyo was far busier than Kitami, but she had grown accustomed to the city’s hustle and bustle after traveling here several times in the past. Still, there was something different this time— a sense of finality, of stepping into a new chapter of her life. The towering skyscrapers, the sea of people rushing past— all of it felt both exhilarating and overwhelming. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she navigated through the unfamiliar streets.
She was lost in thought as she made her way outside of the airport, her eyes taking in the cityscape that stretched before her. The towering buildings, bright signs, and crowded streets were a stark contrast to the quieter life she had known in Kitami. The voices of conversation and the distant sound of traffic filled the air, blending with the aroma of street food that wafted from nearby vendors.
The buildings and stores started to blur together as she continued to walk, heavily contemplating what her new life would be like. Would she meet new people here? Was there a possibility for her to make more impactful friendships like she had back home?
Uneasiness began to creep into Rena's mind because of all the unknown factors. With her perception of the outside world diminishing, she found herself stumbling directly into a stranger. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed the young man approaching from the opposite direction— neither of them paying attention, both engrossed in their respective worlds.
“HEY, WATCH IT!” the young delinquent yelled, his voice sharp and filled with irritation. Rena blinked, momentarily stunned that someone would shout at her over such a minor incident. As she collected herself, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of familiarity as she looked up at him. Tall, broad shoulders, and that messy brown hair… something about him struck a chord within her. The recognition was unsettling.
“Hey!” Rena snapped, her voice rising defensively. “Why don’t you watch where you're going first?! You obviously walked into me!” Her tone, though meant to be stern, came out more adorable than intimidating, undercutting her attempt to assert dominance.The young man glared at her, but as his eyes focused on her face, there was a momentary pause, as if he was shocked by her appearance before his anger flared up again.
“Clearly, you must be blind if you think this is my fault. I’m not the one wandering around with my head in the clouds,” he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Rena puffed out her cheeks, glaring up at him in a futile attempt to seem threatening, her petite frame making it difficult to pull off. He appeared almost flustered by her display of defiance, an odd contrast to the irritation in his eyes.
“I have enough going on right now,” she shot back through gritted teeth. “I don't need to be lectured by some rude guy who can’t even admit he walked into me!”
“Little Miss Daydreamer,” he taunted, his tone condescending, “Can’t even admit fault either. You better be more careful. These streets can be dangerous for such a petite woman.” Despite the harsh words, there was a faint hint of concern hidden beneath his scolding. Rena crossed her arms, trying to stand her ground, despite the feel of her heart racing.
“No one asked you to look out for me! Besides, I can handle myself just fine!” She noticed his eyes widen, a strange mix of frustration and something else she couldn’t quite place.
“Whatever!” He turned on his heel and stomped away before she could get the last word in. Rena watched him go, huffing in annoyance, but as she resumed her walk, her thoughts kept drifting back to him. There was something so strikingly familiar about him— his voice, his posture— it nagged at her memory.
As the realization slowly dawned on her, a blush crept onto her own cheeks. He reminded her so much of Shiki, her old crush. His features were more angular in comparison: sharp cheekbones and deep set eyes. The thought left her feeling flustered and unsettled, the encounter lingering in her mind far longer than she would have liked.
Eventually, she found her new home, a multi-floored, well-maintained, luxury apartment structure, housing numerous sizable apartments. Her plan was to live alone, to focus on her studies and other related exploits. The apartment was gorgeous, the living and dining room were spacious, the kitchen had a sleek modern design and the bathrooms were well decorated. It was an easy fifteen minute walk to and from the university with convenience stores and other neighborhoods in between. The moment Rena entered she set her things by the sofa and took a look out the living room window. She had a beautiful view of the neighborhood from her third-story apartment and watched the hustle and bustle of people traveling along the street below.
Despite all the people she saw, there was a feeling of loneliness gnawing at her, the unease that had been interrupted earlier began to creep in again. A moment of weakness subdued her as she choked out a soft sob, thinking about everyone she cared about and how they weren't with her. The despair was taking hold of her when her phone went off, it was a sweet message from Fuyuki that read:
Hope you made it to Tokyo in one piece, we all miss you and believe in you! Do your best!
It could not have come at a better time, even in her darkest moments her friends were still watching over her, even from afar. She vowed to herself at that moment that she would do her absolute best while in Tokyo.
After doing some light unpacking and other general chores, she was ready to turn in. As Rena settled in she found herself unable to stop thinking about her earlier interaction with that stranger. He was extremely brash and very rude, but there had been something about his stern look from those piercing eyes of his that she couldn't get out of her mind. She let out a small huff, burying her face in her pillow. There was something about it that kept her on her toes, she couldn't explain it. She needed to shake the feeling if she hoped to get any rest because the next day was the first of the semester.
Rena attended the welcoming ceremony and made it through the day without problems. It was as perfect as she could have hoped for, especially when many eyes were on her. The experience was different however, there was inconsistency and no structure as it was in high school. There was nothing to gauge how her relationships could blossom without seeing the same people everyday.
The first couple of weeks were the hardest emotionally, the occasional check-ins from Fuyuki and Akino, along with her mother calling her everyday, had kept her mind at ease so far. Rena often thought of Tsubasa and his new relationship with Fuyuki and wondered if she would find a love like that here.
As another week flew by, Rena found herself in a classroom room. She attended a classical history class every Monday and Wednesday. It was her favorite class of the semester thus far. She had the motivation to do her absolute best since she knew her loved ones were cheering her on back home. Lost in thought, she snapped out of it when a pleasing voice interrupted her inner thoughts.
“Excuse me, your name is Natsukawa, right? Can I talk to you for a minute?”
Rena looked up and found herself face to face with a cute girl with shoulder-length hair, adorned with an array of hair clips keeping her bangs out of her face. The girl smiled warmly as she introduced herself.
"I'm Agawa Umi, a second-year university student. I’m majoring in Japanese history."
Rena’s eyes lit up at the mention of history. “Yes, that's me. It's a pleasure to meet you! I'm also studying Japanese history. It’s great to meet someone who shares the same interests.”
Umi brightened at Rena’s sweet tone, feeling an instant connection. It made her even more eager to be friends with her.
“Well,” Umi began, her enthusiasm bubbling over, “a few friends and I are going out to lunch at 2:30, and we’d love for you to join us!”
Rena paused, considering the offer. She had another class that didn’t end until three and explained this to Umi.
“That’s okay!” Umi shrugged. “We can wait for you. It’s no big deal to hang around for an extra half hour! Let me get your contact info, and I’ll send you the address.”
Rena handed her phone to Umi, who quickly entered her contact details.
“Let me know when you send the address!” Rena said with a smile.
A moment later, her phone pinged with a new message, and she looked up to give Umi a nod of acknowledgment.
“Perfect, I’ll see you there!” Umi grinned before shuffling off to her seat as class began.
Rena felt a sense of relief wash over her. The anxiety she’d been carrying about making friends started to fade. Now it was up to her to take that next step and meet some new people.
Three in the afternoon rolled around and Rena arrived at the diner. After a moment of searching the faces in the restaurant she spotted Agawa. She was waving her over while laughing with another classmate. Rena took a breath to steady herself, pushed the introvert in her aside, and made her way over to the table, smiling nervously.
"Natsukawa! You made it!" Agawa exclaimed, waving excitedly as Rena approached. She quickly jumped into introductions, starting with herself. "As you know, I'm Agawa Umi, and I'm majoring in history. This is my best friend, Hikari," she added, gesturing to the girl beside her.
Hikari, with her sweet smile and warm demeanor, introduced herself as a business major. She looked Rena up and down before gushing, "You're even prettier up close. Are you from Tokyo, or Europe? You're just too adorable!"
The two girls peppered Rena with questions about her life, and she was surprised by how genuinely interested they seemed. She answered them one by one, explaining that she was from Hokkaido but had moved to Tokyo for school. She shared that she was majoring in Japanese history, and that her hobbies included reading, jogging, and practicing kendō. The more she spoke, the more impressed the girls seemed, and soon their questions turned playful.
"Okay, spill it," Umi teased with a grin. "Do you have a crush on anyone?"
Rena was caught off guard. She stammered, a wave of embarrassment washing over as she glanced to the side. "It’s complicated... I've only ever been on one date before," she mumbled.
The girls immediately noticed her blush and began to giggle, playfully teasing her about her non-existent love life. Rena’s embarrassment only worsened as she ducked her head, pouting at their teasing.
“So there is a guy?” Hikari eventually broke the streak of teasing. "Does he live back in Hokkaido?"
Rena nodded, still avoiding their gazes. "He's happy with my friend Fuyuki. They started dating right before I left."
The girls' laughter faded as they realized the situation, and they quickly offered to buy her whatever she wanted to apologize for their teasing. Rena insisted she was fine, but her puffed-up cheeks and rosy complexion betrayed her feelings. They hadn’t meant to cause any distress— she knew they were only just trying to break the ice.
After a brief silence, Umi tried to steer the conversation away from crushes. "So, Rena, what do you hope to achieve with your degree?"
The abrupt change in topic threw Rena off for a moment, but she quickly composed herself. "Well, I don't have a specific plan yet. I just love Japanese history and wouldn't mind a research opportunity involving it."
She smiled shyly, fiddling with a strand of her hair as she spoke. Although the previous teasing had ended she was still feeling shy.. Umi and Hikari exchanged glances, still captivated by Rena's natural beauty.
Hikari squealed suddenly. "You must have been the absolute most beautiful girl at your school! I can't even with you!"
Rena’s face dropped in disappointment as the topic went back to her looks.. Everyone had always praised her beauty but never saw the hard work she put in to be appreciated. She was more than a pretty face, but to not be rude she indulged the two.
Letting out a small huff, putting on a small and sweet smile; Rena laughed nervously and nodded.
"I was voted Beauty of Kitami Hokuryo High School two years in a row."
"I knew it!" Umi exclaimed.
Agawa, detecting a shift in her demeanor, started asking Rena about her hopes for this year and what she wanted to accomplish. Rena perked up to this new direction. Agawa genuinely wanted to know something else about her and make sure that they were not just there to gawk at her. A brief bragging session revealed that Rena had been the top student since attending high school. She opened up more, detailing her plan on maintaining this title during university. Umi and Hikari listened intently, making sure she knew that they would be her immediate support system for their time together.
They dove deeper into their conversation, topics ranging from their personal interests to their families. Rena smiled, feeling more at ease. She was glad that she decided to come out to lunch with them, and laughed softly along with them. When they expressed their gratitude to her for coming, Rena just shook her head.
"No no, thank you for inviting a lonely loner like me along!”
Umi and Hikari made an exaggerated noise of protest, calling her out in a mock-scolding manner for calling herself a 'lonely loner’. Rena laughed again, a genuine laugh, at their antics.
It wasn't long before the girls realized that they had spent nearly two hours chatting, laughing and eating. Rena checked her phone as she was reminded that she had homework for the week to finish. She gathered her things and stood, smiling sheepishly.
"I'm sorry I have to leave to finish up a project, thank you for the food and the good time.”
Rena was packing up, just about to leave when she heard him. A brash, loud, familiar voice sounded from the entrance. The tone of this voice gave her goosebumps... She bristled and turned to look toward the source of it, recognizing the voice almost immediately. She let out a disgruntled sigh as she thought to herself: 'of course it's him..'
She glanced back toward her new friends, then back to see the stranger as he entered the diner. Her annoyance began to rise and she pursed her lips. Her new friends were surprised by the sudden change in her attitude, noticing the way she had stiffened up and her expression hardened at the sight of the stranger. Rena sat back in the diner booth wearing a sweet, albeit strained, smile.
Rena watched the stranger turn to look her way and stiffened a bit more, holding eye contact with him, returning his glare with her own. Then as quickly as he came in, he ducked to the bathroom with even greater speed. Rena kept her glare on the bathroom door as the girls looked at her in confusion.
“Natsukawa? Please tell me you don't know that guy,” Hikari pleaded.
Rena explained how they bumped into each other when she first arrived in Tokyo and the encounter that followed. Her description of his rudeness and lack of tact was on brand according to Hikari. His name was Akimitsu and the general consensus was that he was trouble. She kept describing the rumors that went around about why he lashes out and how he was a general delinquent that attracts the wrong kind of attention.
“Everyone says he’s banned from using his family name because he brought shame to his household. His family is said to be loaded but he messed up big time. Now he preys on the weak to satiate some twisted desire.”
Hikari sounded more like she was spreading gossip than telling facts, but Rena didn’t know what to believe. She took the information with caution since it was the only thing she had to go on.
“Are you sure that's correct?” Rena inquired further, a hint of concern in her voice, “He can’t use his family name…”
Hikari nodded, “No one around here knows his name, the only reason why I know it is because he used to date my other friend's sister. She never got his last name out of him.”
This information hit Rena hard, she was all about trying to earn praise from her strict family and get people around her to acknowledge her achievements. Akimitsu on the other hand seemed to be the exact opposite, out there presenting himself like the world around him didn't matter with little to no consideration for others. Rena started to imagine all the reasons a family would abandon a member.
“Hey Natsukawa, you need to stay awa-”
Rena didn't hear the warning. She thought: even though he had lashed out at her, he was still a person in her eyes for the moment. A person that might be hurting.
"Do you know why? Why don't they want anything to do with him? Anything specific?"
There was a hint of concern in her voice, which caught her off guard and confused her friends just as much. She shouldn’t have been feeling any sort of concern for someone that she didn't even know, especially after being cross with her. But since Rena had a lack of sense when it came to boundaries, she found herself wanting to know if the reason for his “punishment” was because of actions he took, or maybe some sort of misfortune fell upon him.
“Rena,” Hikari warned, “You don’t want to get involved with him.Why don’t you just leave now while he’s in the bathroom? Don’t let him pull you in.”She nudged Umi to support her words of caution.
That was not an option however. She had already decided that she was not going to avoid him but rather ambush him and ask her question point blank. Getting up from the booth, she strode to a table by the bathroom door.
He exited to find Rena was waiting for him, leaning on the edge of the table. Akimitsu appeared flustered for a moment but quickly shifted to glare at her, his facial features painting a general picture of discontent. She couldn't tell if he was uncomfortable with her presence or angry, but it didn't matter. She took a deep breath and met his eyes, her expression a mixture of annoyance, curiosity and a hint of concern. He didn’t yield to her scowl, so she took the opportunity to approach him and asked him to have a private word with her.
He was not prepared for her to invade his personal space, obviously becoming uncomfortable under her stare.. His initial shock waned into annoyance as he crossed his arms.
“What's your issue, pinky? Why do you want to talk to me all of a sudden? I would imagine someone as innocent looking as you would want to avoid someone like me.”
His quip about her hair broke her focus. She scowled at the new nickname he gave her and crossed her arms, her mood worsening at his statement.
"Pinky? Excuse you, didn't your mother ever teach you how to talk to girls in a respectful way?"
Akimitsu grimaced and turned away from her, his tone shifted as he replied, “I'm not discussing that with you…” His voice was shrinking and shaky. “Okay then… What do you want?”
Rena was thrown off by his diffident response. Could it be that the topic of his mother was a touchy one? There was something about it that must explain his disposition. She needed to compose herself and pry, in high hopes to understand him. He couldn't just be this rotten, could he? Rena continued to look up at him, still frustrated, but her glare had faded to a soft look as concern started to win over.
"I… I just..." She hesitated, thinking for a moment to find the words but they failed her. "I just… I wanted to ask why your family doesn't want anything to do with you…"
The words didn’t feel right as she spoke them. Akimitsu found the insinuation an affront, so much so that he crowded Rena, moving to glare directly into her eyes.. She became more flustered as closed in on her, her heart hammering in her chest as he was inches from her face.
“I don't see how my family is any of your business.” He whispered in a hushed and rugged voice. “Now, run back to your gossiping… since that’s all you’re here for. Either that or you are genuinely insane.””
His initial response sent shivers down her spine, but his follow up made her upset. Rena's expression hardened as she frowned at his answer. Hikari was right. She shouldn't have tried to understand him, he was just rude and careless... But...why was she still feeling that tiny sliver of concern in her chest…
"Of course… Why did I even bother… You're just crass and arrogant." She started, gaining intensity but keeping her voice steady. “I was mistaken to think that you might have needed… Nevermind…”
She took a few steps back and looked away as her irritation rose again. She scoffed at her own foolishness. Why had she thought he was someone worth understanding? She remained silent for a few more moments, trying to collect her features into a neutral expression. She didn't want him to see her eyes tearing up, the conflicting feelings of contempt and empathy toward him battling inside her.
In her attempt to regain her composure, she had failed to notice how her retort affected him.. She turned back to him, only to find Akimitsu surrounded by a now quiet and frightening aura. He closed the gap between them again, his eyes piercing her defenses.
“I don't care what you think of me. I don't care if I will never be what others want me to be.”
He said this so softly and cold-heartedly that Rena could not find any words to follow. All she saw was the daunting look on his face and what seemed to be a tear in his eye before he stormed out of the diner.
Rena's heart clenched a bit. She got a glimpse into what may be his own insecurities and something inside her was telling her to go after him, but she stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. She lost herself in thought: Why would he tell her that, if he truly did not care what she thought? She knew well enough about putting up a front, but it did not negate the fact that Akimitsu was still irritating to her.
Her new friends came up behind her to check in, she had been standing alone for a long while contemplating and organizing her thoughts. She turned to look at them, their eyes searching her face for answers. They were completely unaware of the inner turmoil she was currently facing, but could see the troubled expression flicker across her face for a moment.
Rena took a deep breath, steadying herself and put a small smile on her face, masking her conflicted thoughts.
"Apologies for that… He’s just… He's really vexing…"
The girls looked at her for a moment, as if trying to determine if she was hiding something about the conversation from them.
‘Vexing?’ They both thought, unable to decipher what she had meant. They snapped to and asked her to elaborate on what just occurred, they didn't want to eavesdrop and risk Akimitsu blowing a fuse if he caught them.
“You two were speaking too softly, we couldn't hear anything. Did he threaten you at all?” Hikari asked with great concern.
Rena assured them that he didn't say anything excessively mean, just lashing out at her invasive question. Agawa warned her that she needed to stay away from him and avoid him should she see him out in public again. Hikari agreed but had one more thing to add about Akimitsu.
“I'm honestly surprised he didn't try to hit on you or convince you to be his girlfriend. He’s always trying to go for the prettiest girls around. He’s really good looking but I could never deal with his personality.”
Agawa chimed back in to take the reins over Hikari’s tactless comment and suggested Rena go home and clear her head. They reassured her that they will get together again, soon. Rena grabbed her bag and bid her new friends farewell exiting the diner, her mind distracted and disquiet.
Tags: Hokkaido Gals are Super Adorable, Rena Natsukawa x Original Character, Rena Natsukawa x OC, Rena x OC, Fuyuki Minami, Natsukawa Rena, Shiki Tsubasa, Original Character, Rena Natsukawa, Minami Fuyuki, Tsubasa Shiki, Akino Sayuri, Manga & Anime, Alternate Universe, College/University AU, Fluff, Friendship, College, Romance, Eventual Romance, Slow Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Fate, Drama, Light Angst, Tokyo, I didn't sleep to write this, Gossip, Love Confessions, Confessions, Crushes, Dating, Falling In Love, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Kendo, Plot, Slice of Life, Canon Spoilers, Tension, Family Drama, Plot Twists, Idiots in Love, post-epilogue
Trigger Warnings; Harassment, Assault and battery, cat-calling
As Rena walked back to her apartment, her mind raced, replaying the interaction with Akimitsu. She clenched her fists, frustrated with herself for letting him get to her—again. The thought of him moving in so close to her was more vivid than she wanted. Why did I let him get so close? Why did she still feel concerned, anything for someone so awful?
Her heart began to pound harder, a heavy rhythm that she couldn’t ignore. Every beat was like a drum inside her chest, louder than the city streets around her. She was calm on the surface, her face a picture of the composed and unflappable Rena Natsukawa. But inside, she was a mess.
When she finally arrived at her apartment, she shut the door behind her with more force than necessary and leaned against it, exhaling a solid, heavy breath. Her shoulders slumped as she slid down to the floor, eyes closing for a moment in an attempt to steady herself.
It didn’t work.
With a groan, she pushed herself to her feet, letting her school bag fall to the floor. The heavy thud it made mirrored the weight in her chest. She dragged herself to the couch, her feet moving slowly, as though even walking was too much to bear right now. As soon as she reached the couch, she collapsed onto it. Another sigh, this one even deeper. Akimitsu’s voice lingered in her mind, haunting her.
"I don’t care if I will never be what others want me to be," his words echoed. The more they replayed, the more they bothered her.
“Will never be what others want me to be...” she muttered under her breath, trying to make sense of it.
Turning onto her back, she stared blankly at the ceiling. Her thoughts spun out, traveling back to her own childhood, to the constant pressure of always being the best, always meeting expectations, always proving her worth through perfection. Her parents never really praised her hard work— it was simply expected. And if she ever slipped up? The silence that followed was almost unbearable.
The memory of her conversation with Tsubasa on their one and only date surfaced. They had touched on the same topic— expectations, pressure, the constant weight of others’ judgments.
Tsubasa... The name came unbidden, and she flinched. He had been gentle with her, understanding in a way that Akimitsu could never be. Yet, the feelings she had for Akimitsu, the complexity of it all, felt far more raw and dangerous. It wasn’t something she could easily tuck away.
She closed her eyes, but peace wouldn’t come. The ache inside her chest, this unresolved tension, remained.
Rena sat up abruptly, grabbing her phone with a determined sigh. If she was going to crack this, she needed backup. She dialed a familiar number, listening to the rings, hoping for some clarity. But after a few rings—no answer.
He must be busy with Minami, as he should be, she thought, though this time, there wasn’t that familiar sting of jealousy or sadness. Just disappointment. Tsubasa couldn’t help her with these intrusive thoughts, not today. She couldn’t blame him, but for once in her life, she was at a complete loss for what to do next.
If I text Akino, she'll just tell me to drop it, Rena mused, knowing her friend’s no-nonsense attitude. ‘Let him suffer alone’, she’d say, but that ship had sailed. Determined to get more perspectives, Rena messaged both Akino and Minami, hoping the two would offer different opinions.
Minami responded immediately, her text lighting up the screen with a simple: What’s up?
Without thinking too much, Rena typed back, I need help dealing with a guy.
Seconds later, Minami initiated a video call.
"Alright now Rena, why don’t you tell me all about this boy?!" Minami’s face filled the screen, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Rena sighed, launching into the story of Akimitsu and the frustrating dance they seemed to be caught in. His crassness, the way he spoke to her—it had been on her mind all day, and she needed answers.
Minami listened intently, her expression shifting from intrigue to understanding. "That’s a toughie. He’s really gotten under your skin, eh? I’m stumped. I mean, I've never heard you so worked up before."
Before Rena could respond, Akino’s name popped up on the screen. Without hesitation, she added her to the call. Minami quickly filled her in, while Rena braced herself for Akino’s inevitable sharp take.
Akino, ever the protective one, listened carefully, her lips pursed as Rena took over and detailed her encounters with Akimitsu. When Rena finally finished, Akino spoke, her voice calm but direct.
"It sounds like this guy is a real piece of work, Rena. What’s the big deal, though? Can’t you just ignore him if he’s such a jerk?"
Rena bit her lip, hesitating for a moment. "Well… I’m the one who confronted him."
There was a pause. Akino blinked, then sighed deeply, her tone slipping into a light scolding. "Rena, why are you bothering with someone who’s been nothing but rude to you? Seriously, it sounds like he's not worth the stress."
This was exactly what Rena expected, but she wasn’t looking for dismissal. She needed to understand why this was bothering her so much. Steering the conversation, she pressed on, "I’ve been trying to let it go, I really have. That’s why I called you both. I just... I want to figure out why he’s like this, why he vexes me so much."
Akino rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. "You’re too stubborn for your own good, you know that?" She chuckled, then shot a teasing glance at Minami’s screen for a reaction before adding, "You keep saying you can’t stop thinking about him... Are you sure you’re not just a little smitten with this jerk?"
Rena’s eyes widened. Smitten? She couldn’t believe what she was hearing from Akino, of all people. She’d expected her friend to shut this down, not... whatever this was.
Akino’s sly smirk grew, clearly enjoying Rena’s reaction. "Oh, come on, you know I’m just messing with you. But if you can’t stop thinking about him, there’s got to be something more there. What about him has got you so worked up?"
Minami leaned in closer to her camera, her curiosity fully piqued. She’d known Rena for a while, and seeing her so flustered was a rare event. "Spill the beans, Rena. Is he really that much of a looker, or is it something else? Is there more to this jerk than meets the eye?"
Rena, flustered beyond belief, practically yelped, "What?! I never said anything about him being handsome!" Her face flushed instantly, and she clamped a hand over her mouth, realizing she’d just confirmed more than she intended.
Both Akino and Minami burst into laughter. Akino’s laugh was especially loud, her amusement clear. "Rena, you’re so red in the face! You don’t have to say it, your body language is giving you away. You’re blushing like a tomato! Admit it, you think this guy’s good-looking. Minami, we’ve unlocked a whole new side of Rena today!" Akino teased, her grin mischievous. "Who would’ve thought all it takes is a rude boy to turn her into a complete mess?"
Rena groaned, burying her face in her hands as she struggled to process everything. This is not how this was supposed to go! She tried to regain composure, rationalizing aloud, "I usually like nice, proper guys, like Tsubasa. Not rough, abrasive types like... Mr. Rude and Crass.
Akino and Minami exchanged a knowing glance, both clearly unconvinced by Rena’s attempt at denial. Akino, always quick to tease, was the first to chime in, her tone playful but laced with challenge.
"Oh, really, Rena? So you're not into the bad-boy type, huh? That's the story you're going with?" Akino leaned back, arms crossed, a smirk dancing on her lips. "What about that date with Tsubasa? You got a little too excited when he mentioned he had a fight with his parents, remember? Then you totally reeled it in when he clarified it wasn’t a big thing. Admit it, part of you was into that rebellion. You only had a crush on Tsubasa because he had a similar upbringing to you. Plus, you saw him in his traditional clothing and we know you can't resist that."
That’s not how it happened... is it?
Minami, not one to miss a chance, jumped in. "Oh yeah, I remember. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him in that Haori. I swear, your eyes were glued to him the entire time," she chuckled, clearly enjoying how flustered her friend was becoming.
"Face it, Rena," Akino pressed on with a grin, "you might say you like the nice, proper guys like Tsubasa, but it seems like the bad-boy types might have a little more pull than you’re willing to admit." Her voice softened just a touch, "Maybe you’re drawn to something in them that you haven’t figured out yet."
Rena was at a complete loss for words. She’d called them for advice on Akimitsu, not for a full-on analysis of her romantic preferences. Now, here she was, forced to face a reality she hadn’t even considered herself.
Akino and Minami could see they’d struck a nerve, and they were relishing in her squirming. But Akino, always the more protective of the two, softened her tone, giving Rena a sympathetic smile.
"Hey, it’s fine, Rena. We’re your best friends. You don’t have to hide anything from us," she said gently. "It’s okay to be confused about your feelings. We’ve got your back, no matter what. We’re just here to help."
Minami nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! No judgment here." But noticing how skittish Rena was, Minami couldn’t resist. She leaned closer to the camera, her grin widening.
"You know," Minami started with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "you remind me of the way Tsubasa used to get all flustered when I teased him. He’d get all red and fidgety, just like you are now." She squealed, delighted at the comparison. "Oh my gosh, Rena, you’re acting just like him! Maybe this rude boy is doing the same thing!" She paused dramatically, then added with a conspiratorial grin, "Do you want to know if this boy likes you? Because I have in idea!"
Akino raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Minami’s sudden enthusiasm. "Oh, this should be good. You’ve got a plan to figure out if this jerk has a thing for Rena? Do tell."
Minami didn’t miss a beat. "It’s simple," she began, leaning in even closer, as if about to share a secret. "Rena’s going to turn the tables on Mr. Rude and tease him. If he gets nervous, fidgety, or even a little bit defensive, that’ll tell you everything you need to know."
Rena blinked, processing the absurdity of it all. How did this conversation get so derailed? She had called them for advice on how to deal with her mental affliction with Akimitsu, not for instructions on how to play mind games with him. And yet, despite the ridiculousness of it, she couldn’t help but feel a spark of curiosity. Maybe there was some truth to what they were saying.
As she mulled it over, the conversation gradually shifted away from her. Akino started talking about her latest ambition to develop a video game, her voice full of passion, while Minami gushed about life with Tsubasa, throwing in playful jabs about his quirks. Rena listened, grateful for the change in subject, but her mind kept drifting back to Akimitsu.
After a while, they all said their goodbyes and ended the video call. Rena set her phone down and sighed, her thoughts a whirlwind. She had a plan now—
Tease Akimitsu.
But there was one glaring flaw in it: she had no idea where or how to find him. Pushing thoughts of him aside, she turned her attention to her homework. As much as she wanted to dwell on the confusing emotions swirling inside her, she knew she needed to focus. But as she opened her notebook, the faintest smile tugged at her lips.
Maybe this plan isn't such a bad idea after all.
She kept her focus on her studies, balancing her academic work with going out with Umi and Hikari. Each time they went out, a flicker of excitement danced in the back of her mind— maybe this would be the day she’d run into Akimitsu. She didn’t know where he usually hung out, but that small uncertainty only made the possibility more thrilling.
Her outings with Umi and Hikari were usually lighthearted, but recently, they had taken an uncomfortable turn. On a few occasions, two guys from her university had catcalled her while she was out with her friends. Their comments and remarks were unsettling, making Rena tense up each time it happened. She tried to brush it off and not let it ruin their fun, but it wasn’t easy.
The situation grew worse when she was alone. Walking home from college, she noticed the same two guys lingering nearby more often, their jeers becoming a common occurrence. Rena felt a mix of anger and unease, but she tried to stay composed, quickening her pace and ignoring them. Yet, the incidents weighed on her mind, adding an undercurrent of anxiety to her daily routine.
Rena refused to let the harassment derail her. She focused on her studies and maintained her social life, keeping her hope alive that she might run into Akimitsu during one of her outings.
Akino and Minami’s support was imperative to Rena during these trying times. Their messages were a lifeline, grounding her amidst the whirlwind of her new life. During one of their conversations, she confided in them about the two guys who had been harassing her. They were both concerned, urging her to stay safe and to let them know if it continued. Their support helped ease some of her anxiety, reminding her that she wasn’t dealing with it alone.
As the weeks flew by, Rena’s dedication began to pay off. Despite dealing with harassment and not running into Akimitsu, she channeled her energy into her studies to keep her mind off her troubles. After midterms, she once again secured the top spot in her class. This achievement boosted her confidence, serving as a reassuring reminder that, no matter how unpredictable her personal life became, her academic success remained a steady constant.
Yet, even with this accomplishment, something still felt amiss. There was a lingering sense that a piece of the puzzle was missing—an unspoken longing that she couldn't quite shake.
Weeks passed and Rena set her sights on finishing the year strong. With finals approaching, her mind was filled with thoughts of her friends and family back home, her new friends, and the inexplicable absence of Akimitsu. Balancing everything was challenging, but she managed the best she could.
After a long and exhausting day of classes, Rena stayed behind until dark to practice with the kendo club she had joined post-midterms. She had found physical exertion a good way to manage the stress of the approaching finals. Walking home alone had become routine for her over the past few months, and normally she wasn’t too concerned, especially since she hadn’t seen the catcallers in a while. However, today felt different. As she made her way home, she noticed a couple of hooded figures trailing her. Her heart rate quickened, and a sense of unease began to creep in.
She was desperately trying to remain calm while her heart pounded in her chest, her panic setting in. The men’s ill intent seemed clear from their body language. She broke into a sprint, but to her dismay, they did the same, running after her.
Rena's heart was racing so fast it felt like it might burst. She glanced back to see the men chasing her, their faces twisted with mischief. Gasping for breath, she started to run faster, trying to put some distance between them, but they were faster.
Desperate, Rena dropped her bag and grabbed the shinai from practice, her hands trembling as she prepared to defend herself. Her heart pounded in her chest as she swung the weapon with all her might, trying to fend off the attackers. Despite her brave efforts, the men’s numbers and strength overpowered her. They closed in on her, forcing her to the ground and causing her to drop the shinai.
With the weapon now out of reach, Rena felt a surge of fear as she realized she was completely vulnerable. Their eyes gleamed with a malevolent curiosity that made her skin crawl.
A shiver ran down Rena’s spine as both men looked at her as if she was nothing more than prey to them. She tried to think of a plan to escape, but fear and panic clouded her mind, leaving her unable to come up with a solution.
From the shadows, a tall figure emerged on the scene, grabbing Rena’s dropped shinai and stepping into the fray. The masked stranger moved with impressive skill, wielding the shinai with practiced precision. His quick, powerful strikes caught the attackers off guard, forcing them to struggle against his assault.
With fluid and decisive movements, the stranger disarmed the men. Their initial confidence diminished as the stranger took control of the situation. Rena watched in a mix of relief and amazement as the figure fought with such skill that suggested serious training.
In a matter of moments, the attackers were overwhelmed. The stranger’s final blows sent them sprawling to the ground, leaving them unconscious. Rena could hardly believe her luck, her eyes fixed on the defeated men as the immediate danger dissipated.
Rena stood frozen, stunned by the unexpected rescue. Her mind was still racing to process what had just happened when the mysterious figure approached her and extended the shinai. She took it from him, clutching it tightly to her chest, her eyes locked on him in a mix of relief and confusion.
She wanted to say something, to express her gratitude or perhaps ask who this savior was, but words failed her. All she could focus on was the figure who had saved her, his face obscured by a face mask.
The mystery man’s soft, gentle voice broke through Rena’s haze of fear. She looked up and saw his masked face, and something about his tone struck a chord deep within her, making her heart skip a beat. His voice sounded strangely familiar, adding to her sense of bewilderment.
“Are you okay,” he asked softly. “Would you like me to escort you home?”
Rena nodded slightly, trying to steady her breathing and clear her throat. Despite his heroic intervention, she was still shaken by the entire ordeal.
“Y-yeah… I’m okay. Thank you…” she managed to reply, her voice quivering.
The man’s voice remained soothing as he repeated himself to her patiently, “Will you be alright on your own, or would you prefer that I walk with you?”
Rena took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart and swallow the lump in her throat. She looked up at his masked face, her thoughts swirling and conflicted. Her gaze drifted to the unconscious men on the ground, and she gripped her shinai tighter. The sight of them still unsettled her, but a small voice in the back of her mind telling her to accept his offer.
“U-uhm… I… I don’t know… I…” she stammered, glancing between the men and her savior. Despite her unease, she felt a lingering trust in him, even as her rational side urged caution. Taking a deep breath, she resolved to trust her instincts. She looked back at him and, with a slight exhale, said, “You can walk me home… if it’s not too much trouble.”
In his soft, reassuring tone, he replied, “I can walk with you, but I’ll only go as far as a block before your residence. That way, I won’t know exactly where you live, but I can make sure you’re safe.”
Rena nodded, silently grateful for his consideration in not wanting to know where she lived. Even though he was a stranger, there was a comforting presence about him that had lingered since he saved her. The thought of him leaving after walking her part way home, made her heart sink just a little, a feeling she couldn’t quite explain.
She tried to push the thought aside, reminding herself it was irrational to feel this way about someone she barely knew. Rena glanced up at him and offered a small, grateful smile.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Stay safe,” he replied softly. With that, he turned and disappeared into the night.
Rena finally arrived at her apartment, shutting the door behind her with a trembling hand. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, her heart still racing from the evening’s events. The fear and adrenaline from the terrifying encounter overwhelmed her, and she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
Desperate for comfort, she rummaged through her things and pulled out the fan that Gin had given her. The fan represented support and solace, a symbol she desperately needed now. As she opened it and stared at its starry pattern, she found a fleeting sense of calm. For a moment, she found herself linking the voice of the masked stranger to him, but she quickly dismissed the thought. The stranger was far too young to be Gin.
She continued to gaze at the fan, trying to lose herself in its intricate design, hoping it would help lift her spirits.
Eventually, she gathered enough courage to grab her phone and text Akino, explaining the harrowing events of the night. Their conversation stretched into the early hours, with Akino providing the comfort and support she needed. Her steady presence on the other end of the line helped calm her nerves.
After a long, reassuring talk, Rena finally felt a sense of peace. Exhausted, she drifted off to sleep, comforted by the support of her friend and the promise of a new day.
Hokkaido Gals are Super Adorable just ended, and I'm crying! Great job to Kai Ikada for such a wonderful series. I joined the fandom late, but I still got to wait for the final chapter that dropped today.
I found myself wanting more from other characters in the series, so I decided to try my hand at fan fic writing, im so nervous because it's my first fic ever. In this instance, I'm expanding Rena's character and her experiences at college after Chapter 115.
Here's a snippet of Chap 1 of
The Stars are Cheering for You
By me! Fudgesuperior!
The night before she left for university Rena ran into Tsubasa’s grandfather, Gin. He was a man who inspired and encouraged her to do what she loved. She accredited him for her love of traditional Japanese history and culture. They had not seen each other since she was a child, encountering him so near her departure felt as if it were fate. Shiki bestowed upon her his personal hand fan as a token, a reminder to look up at the sky so that the stars might cheer her up when she was sad. This was the final push she needed to confront her future and begin her new journey.
Rena Natsukawa left Hokkaido with a mix of emotions, feeling bittersweet as she said goodbye to her friends, family, and hometown. Though leaving was hard, she was excited to pursue her career in her chosen field at her top pick university in Tokyo. As she packed for the move, her thoughts were filled with reflections on the friends she’d made, her cherished home, and Tsubasa…
Her arrival in Tokyo couldn’t have gone smoother. Rena’s living arrangements had all been settled and it was only a matter of finding the address and unpacking. Tokyo was far busier than Kitami, but she had grown accustomed to the city’s hustle and bustle after traveling here several times in the past. Still, there was something different this time— a sense of finality, of stepping into a new chapter of her life. The towering skyscrapers, the sea of people rushing past— all of it felt both exhilarating and overwhelming. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she navigated through the unfamiliar streets.
She was lost in thought as she made her way outside of the airport, her eyes taking in the cityscape that stretched before her. The towering buildings, bright signs, and crowded streets were a stark contrast to the quieter life she had known in Kitami. The voices of conversation and the distant sound of traffic filled the air, blending with the aroma of street food that wafted from nearby vendors.
The buildings and stores started to blur together as she continued to walk, heavily contemplating what her new life would be like. Would she meet new people here? Was there a possibility for her to make more impactful friendships like she had back home?
Uneasiness began to creep into Rena's mind because of all the unknown factors. With her perception of the outside world diminishing, she found herself stumbling directly into a stranger. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed the young man approaching from the opposite direction— neither of them paying attention, both engrossed in their respective worlds.
“HEY, WATCH IT!” the young delinquent yelled, his voice sharp and filled with irritation. Rena blinked, momentarily stunned that someone would shout at her over such a minor incident. As she collected herself, she couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of familiarity as she looked up at him. Tall, broad shoulders, and that messy brown hair… something about him struck a chord within her. The recognition was unsettling.
