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      hi everyone!! i am nika and i present you with an independent multimuse blog for my original characters. you can find all sorts of people here — from cool gang members to overly energetic gyarus & teens with crippling depression. there is a little bit of something for everyone. i guarantee you’ll find someone to your liking! if you are interested in seeing any of them, consider giving this blog a follow & liking/reblogging this post, so I can check you out too.

                                            muses. | rules. 

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stellarium​:

      She was brought back to reality upon feeling his hand on her head. The girl blinked in a way as if she just woke up from a dream. When she realized what she was doing she felt her cheeks heating up. The moment she finally let go of his arm, her ears had turned red completely and she lowered her gaze shyly. What’s gotten into her? Touching someone out of the blue like this, especially someone from the opposite gender, it wasn’t like her at all. Hopefully she didn’t make Yuji feel uncomfortable again. Fidgeting with her fingers in a nervous manner, she noticed that her whole body was full of warmth. Her heart continued to race, though, she wasn’t sure if it was because of the panic she felt earlier or if it was because of Yuji patting her back. Gulping at his words, she tried to meet his eyes but only managed to do so for a split second. “I’m.. I’m fine.. now, sorry I didn’t mean to.. worry you.” She spoke rather carefully, her brain still dazed from the events that had just unfolded moments ago. 

      “I don’t want to be a burden… or cause you more discomfort. I.. I also shouldn’t have grabbed you like this.. I’m sorry..” The girl apologized yet again for something that was out of her control. But in her mind, the best way to avoid conflict was to apologize, even if it was no one’s fault. That way things wouldn’t escalate and no one had to feel hurt or get angry. Chiaki tried to find something to distract herself and allowed her eyes to scan the area. That’s the second time she accidentally bumped into Yuji… and also the second time she caused a scene. She wanted to create pleasant memories with him, she wanted to grow as a person and become a better friend. And to do that, she had to swallow her worries and doubts. Feeling determined now, she clenched her hands into small fists. Her gaze finally came to a stop upon spotting a nearby arcade inside the mall. 

      Remaining quiet for a moment, she thought about whether or not she should focus on her search for a gift or if she should try to make this day a fun experience for Yuji. She didn’t want him to remember her as the nervous and shy girl, the weak and easily scared Chiaki. She wanted Yuji to see her in a new light. With that in mind, she put a hand on her chest while keeping her other hand formed like a fist. “S-Say.. uh..” She broke the silence for a mere second before she immediately fell quiet again. Taking a deep breath, she gathered as much courage as she could, and tried one more time. “D-Do you want to go to the arcade over there?” Her big and hopeful eyes locked with his as she continued. “They got a claw machine… and even if it’s nothing big… if I could manage.. to get something for my mother.. then..” She paused and raised her fists in front of her chest, showing her determination. “I’m sure it’s going to be alright! I.. I also.. want to get something for Yuji-san!”

      It all happened so fast that Yuji hasn’t realized for a while that Chiaki was quick to abandon his arm. The daze that the girl found herself in soon subdued, and she began apologizing as if she had done something unforgivable. At least that’s how it sounded to Yuji. He couldn’t deny the fact that he felt somewhat uncomfortable when Chiaki was holding onto his arm. He couldn’t deny him feeling slightly distraught at this unfamiliar situation he didn’t expect. Although he didn’t know Chiaki for long, or not as thoroughly as he should, he thought he had her somewhat figured out. However, he didn’t anticipate her to have a mini panic attack like this ( or her perhaps almost fainting? ). It caught him off guard for sure. However, all these things couldn’t compare to how she must have felt in that moment. Not that he understood feelings well, but he could tell that she was distressed herself. After all, apologizing for something you couldn’t control didn’t seem like something one might expect from a perfectly sound person. 

      The girl might have assured him that she was fine, but she didn’t sound fine, nor did she behave “fine”. Quite the opposite actually. How could she say that she was “fine”, while admitting that she didn’t want to be a burden? Wouldn’t the mere suggestion that she could have been a burden in this scenario contradicts her being “fine”? Not to mention the redness on her face, or the way her hands clenched tightly. How could she lie like this? Hasn’t she already learned from  — He shook his head finally, as if he had awaken from his own daze-like state. His hazel eyes stared into her own pair of big brown ones. Even though she was extremely nervous and recovering from what had conspired earlier, he could see small spark of determination in them. Huh, how peculiar... he thought to himself. It almost seemed like Chiaki was a different person, while still being... well... Chiaki. As if her behavior wasn’t surprising enough, she suggested going to an arcade. Loud, crowded place with lots of colorful and loud things. His brow raised, and so did his arm that latched onto the back of his neck. Here he thought he had her all figured out, but she surprised him again, and again. 

      “Uh...” he started unsure what to say. The situation was weird to him, not only because of her sudden change in behavior —  but because he hadn’t met anyone that asked him what he wanted to do. He was given suggestion and a choice, which was bizarre to say the least. His life was decided for him without asking him about it, and yet she bothered to do so. “Sure?” his reply came out more as a question than straight answer. It made him look more socially awkward than usual to say the least. “Are you sure though? With me? To the arcade? It’s loud and crowded in there usually you know...” his eyes drifted away towards the arcade she had spotted earlier. “I...I don’t think I would mind? You don’t have to get anything for me, just worry about the gift for your mother. I am sure she’d like something you worked hard on getting and stuff...” he put his hands in the pockets of his pants. “I could still get a bracelet figured out for you if you wanted... after the arcade that is.” 

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stellarium​:

      Reiji eyed her up and down as she spoke. Her expression changed ever so slightly, she probably didn’t even notice it herself. Before he approached the female, her facial features were stoic and calm, she seemed at peace. And now that he exchanged a few words with her, her expression appeared more tense than before. It seemed that his words caused a change in her demeanor, even though she tried really hard to sound polite. He didn’t know her name, so he decided to go with ‘china girl’, did he think of it as inappropriate? His logical thinking said yes, the reckless thinking however, didn’t seem to care much. Would he apologize? No. Would he continue to call her by this new nickname, after learning about her actual name? Yes. The corner of his lips raised up at the same time as her eyebrow and he mustered her with an amused smirk. 

      That’s when he suddenly realized that he was smiling, which caught him off guard. Usually it took a lot for him to express his feelings, let alone even notice a specific emotion despite showing it clearly on the outside. Interesting. But then again, was he really surprised about this? His body decided to approach her without a second thought and now he was amused by her reaction. Plus, he noticed her at the music shop even though he rarely paid much attention to others. As long as it wasn’t his mother, he seemingly had little to no care for other people. And yet, he found himself standing in front of this lady. He couldn’t explain it himself and he honestly didn’t want to think much about it, since it would only confuse him more. All he knew for sure was that Jia Li caught his interest, at least for now. Who knows? Maybe she’d turn out to be dull and annoying like everyone else. Whatever. He could always leave the situation and ignore her, just like he did with the journalist. 

      “Okay. But did I ask? I don’t think so, china girl.” He continued to smile as he spoke without another thought nor a sense of empathy and respect for the female. Truth be told, he most likely didn’t even realize that he was being racist right now. Maybe he would realize, if he gave two shits but that seemed too troublesome for him to do. And so, he went the easiest route, act like an ignorant brick. Hell. Some fans would scream in excitement right now and even support his bad behavior. The mere thought made him want to vomit. Putting his hands behind his head, he spoke again. “If they mean so much to you, then why not leave them be? Just put them somewhere like decoration and replace them with new instruments.” After dropping this tactless comment, sunrays hit his figure, casting long shadows behind him. Ironic. Not even the warm sun could change anything about his cold behavior.

      Anything that was seemingly charming about this prick, was gone in an instant as soon as his mouth opened. His rudeness did not surprise the young woman in the slightest. She has heard all sorts of things about him, ranging from somewhat rude to simply awful. Yet, she couldn’t help but feel anger towards him, even if that’s exactly what she could expect from the infamous Ishida twin. His mocking paired with the most obnoxious smirk she has ever seen, made her blood boil. Her hands clenched into tight fists. To think he would use that tone while talking to others made her even angrier. Especially since he didn’t seem to care about it. He didn’t even bother to use her name when addressing her. Her jaw clenched. It dawned on her that this beautiful end of a day will most likely be ruined by some spoiled brat. Brat that clearly had nothing better to do than pick on random people and annoy them for no reason. 

      She glared at him, no longer being able to keep her usually calm façade. She wasn’t holding back either — if looks could kill, he would already be dead. However, even if her fists were clenched and ready to strike, it only stopped at a death stare. She was considering kneeing him in the crotch, or hitting his neck, but ultimately she didn’t do any of that. The one who first resorts to violence shows that he has no more arguments. A sigh escaped her, remembering one of the many proverbs her parents would repeat over and over. Obviously she agreed with this statement, especially being trained in self defense techniques. However, she couldn’t help but wonder if it would be justified of her to give him a good beating for a change of pace. Clearly his parents failed to put any effort into teaching this brat some manners. Although, she was tempted to do their job for them, she showed self restrain and simply let it be for now. For now. 

      “If you didn’t care as to what I had to say, then why bother me in the first place? Don’t you have something more important to do, prince charming?” she replied trying her best to ignore that damned smile on his face. She would gladly wipe it off his face, but she already promised herself not to cross the line. Then came the talk about instruments again. What was this about? On one hand he was mocking her, and acting like he didn’t give a shit about what she had to say —  on other hand he was actively replying to her and continuing the conversation. “I don’t remember asking for your opinion on the matter.” she scoffed. Then she actually thought about what he had said. Perhaps he had somewhat of a point. “I could do that, but these instruments are irreplaceable to me and my family. They hold years of memories and appreciation for music as a medium. When the time comes for us to part with them, we could display them with others. Now, is not the time however.” she said moving past him to look at anything other than him.

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stellarium​:

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      Reiji successfully managed to skip an interview with another journalist. The lady seemed to be head over heels for him, so it was quite easy to shake her off with a lame excuse. He told her that he wasn’t feeling well and needed a few days to rest up until he could meet her and have a proper conversation. In truth however, he had already forgotten her name and wasn’t planning to reach out to her any time soon. He even went as far as to give her the number of his twin just to avoid talking with her. Feeling lucky like he won the lottery, he strolled through the streets of the city. The sun was going down already, casting long shadows of buildings and street signs and his own shadow in front of him. It was a beautiful scenery indeed. His surrounding was dipped in golden light and warmth. Moments like these helped him to forget about his role as singer and the expectations he often carried on his shoulders. Everything was washed away in an instant as soon as he felt the warm sunrays touch his back. 

      The male inhaled deeply as he continued to walk down the street, his steps were accompanied by humming. He soon reached a small bridge and for a moment he stopped in his tracks. He didn’t move and simply listened to the sound of the water moving underneath him. That’s when a gust of wind stroke one of his cheeks, followed by the scent of white jasmine. Since it was a new smell, he shifted his gaze and his eyes landed upon a familiar looking female. If he remembered correctly, he saw her face yesterday when he visited his family’s music shop to check up on it’s employees. Weird. Reiji usually couldn’t remember other people well, since he never cared enough to pay much attention to them. So how come he didn’t forget this woman? He could shake the thoughts off and ignore her. But for some reason, his feet decided to walk over to her. He stopped and stood in front of her with his hands placed inside the pockets of his pants. 

      “Hey. You’re the china girl from the other day.” He spoke in a rather casual manner and he didn’t seem to care if he sounded disrespectful. “You should treat instruments with more care, repairing them over and over again will eventually decrease the original quality of sound.” He may have been busy talking with these two idiots yesterday, but he got a keen hearing and couldn’t ignore it when she asked for a repair.

      It was a noticeably nice out today. The warmth was quite pleasant, not too intense and not too weak — seemingly just right. Gentle breeze was keeping the heat from getting too intense, but also making for a pleasant addition in particular. The way the sun slowly started to settle down made everything around it look so warm with its rich oranges and yellows. It was such a satisfying sight. After an eventful day at her father’s dojo Jia Li concluded she deserved a moment to herself so she could relax Thus, she collected herself and left her rather humble looking house. She was standing all alone on a small bridge for a while now. She was admiring the view in front of her and cherishing the little peace and quiet atmosphere. Although her life was in no way hectic, sometimes she would forget to slow down in her work, and dedicate a moment purely to herself. However, she didn’t let it bother her as much, as she knew eventually she would find more opportunities like the one today. 

      The woman closed her eyes for a moment before breathing in some fresh air. She was quite content, or that is until someone approached her. She eyed the stranger carefully and that’s when she thought that he looked familiar. Wasn’t it one of the Ishida twins? She heard things about the infamous duo from others, but also from her own experience. If she had to be honest, she didn’t like them very much. They were quite annoying in her opinion, and acted like two spoiled brats. A rude crowd, and she could tell just by yesterday’s events — or even the “nickname” he has given her just now. She glared at him for a second, but it disappeared as soon as it appeared. Even though she grew to dislike him, she had no reason to be particularly mean to him right now. Sure, he was being disrespectful by calling her this way, but then again he didn’t know her name. Thus, it was the second best thing he could say probably. Not to mention, being taught to be kind to others gave her another reason to be the better person here. 

      Her eyes locked with his. For a brief moment she thought his warm hazel tone didn’t match how cold he seemed to be to others. However, she disregarded this statement just as quickly. “I am not “china girl”, but Jia Li” she stated in a manner as polite as possible. Then she raised her eyebrow, astonished that he paid attention to what happened the other day. She looked back at the sunset before them. “I care about my instruments, but I can’t help wear and old age even if I want to and frankly, I am not ready to let them go just yet. They mean a lot to me.”

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stellarium​:

      She thought about his suggestions for a moment. A bracelet didn’t sound too bad, her mother seemed to like jewelry. One time, Kou bought her a silver ring with a small butterfly on it, and ever since then, she’s been wearing it like a good luck charm. So, surely, if it’s a bracelet that would remind her of all three of her kids, it would put a smile to her face. While pondering about the many possibilities, Chiaki seemed to calm down again. Her tense muscles loosened up for what felt like a mere minute before Yuji continued to talk. ‘Say… I been meaning to ask you, did I do something wrong?’ Her eyes widened in shock and surprise and at once she froze up again. A small gasp escaped her, anxiety stole her breath and made it harder to inhale air. She felt a tingling sensation on the tip of her fingers, which soon covered her hands fully. Remaining silent, she appeared to be anywhere but here, as if her mind teleported her to some other place where she felt comfortable and at ease. A place far away from the fear and guilt in her heart. 

      Her face heated up while her hands remained cold, this combination of temperatures helped her to return to reality. As if she tried to distract herself from the feelings, she turned away and started clearing her throat with a few coughs. Her throat was dry and she suddenly felt dizzy but since she didn’t want to worry Yuji, she tried to ignore whatever her body was trying to tell her. “Ah.. I.. n-no.. I.. actually.. I..” She couldn’t grasp her thoughts properly and only managed to stammer out a broken sentence. Hearing herself talk in such a manner only increased the pounding of her already panicking heart. Chiaki was not prepared to be confronted like this. The past days, she tried really hard to solve this problem on her own. She wanted to text back before meeting him in person to avoid awkward situations. That, and she didn’t want Yuji to suddenly hate her or to misunderstand her, but things turned out the way she never wanted them to be. She was confronted with a situation she didn’t want to be in, stuck in a conversation with the person she had ignored for so long. If anyone should be upset, it should be Yuji. 

      She was the worst. Her head hung lowly as she tried to control her breathing to calm herself down, however it didn’t work. She didn’t want to stay silent for too long since the other was still waiting for a response. “I’m.. I’m not—” As the words left her, so did her breath. It seemed that all this agitation caused her to breathe the wrong way, making her even more light-headed than before. She paused, as she took a few wobbly steps forward. Without thinking, she held onto Yuji’s arm to support herself. This close distance was actually quite helpful. At least now she didn’t have to put all of her strength into her voice and his figure blocked out the people inside the mall which caused her stress. A small sigh left her when she rested her forehead against his arm. “… I’m not upset at Yuji-san. The truth is… I.. was very scared. And I’m still… very scared. I’m so… so sorry… I wanted to be a friend to Yuji-san… but… I’ll.. try harder.. I promise..”

      At first Yuji didn’t seem to pay attention to Chiaki’s state, since he was already used to her nervousness. Since the very first time they met back then, she was like this. If confronted in any way, be it brief or not so much, she would get all flustered. The redness on her face was normal, he assumed. The slight shaking he would see sometimes also seemed just like a Chiaki thing to him. Maybe the coughs weren’t something so typical, but he wasn’t worried by them. It just seemed like any other interaction with her, thus he simply looked somewhere else as if to not disturb her any longer. Perhaps this would calm her nerves a little, knowing she didn’t have to look him in the eye? He wasn’t sure really, but he could try, while keeping his calm demeanor. That is, until he felt her holding onto his arm. 

      His first reaction was to tug it away from her, as he didn’t feel comfortable with sudden display of physical touch. However, when he realized what was happening, he simply froze up. He stared at her with widened eyes, completely surprised that she was in such miserable state. It seemed like this wasn’t just her typical nervous and shy behavior he was used to. Was this... an actual panic attack of some sort? Or was she feeling weak all of a sudden? Was she dehydrated? He couldn’t tell, and quite frankly he started feeling nervous himself. He had no idea what he was supposed to do in this situation. Would it be terrible of him to run away? Obviously. Would she be okay if he walked away to get someone else that was “qualified” for such instance? Probably not. She couldn’t even walk properly anymore, as she wobbled. He was already cursing in his mind. No one prepared him for this. Nothing could prepare him for this. Shit. Was he overreacting? Maybe he was, and he didn’t realize. What if he wasn’t? 

      At last he was pulled out of his train of thoughts when Chiaki started talking again. Earth finally reached Yuji, let’s rejoice! However, probably not for long considering the sudden pressure on his arm. “I...uh...” he stuttered, before coughing it off and trying again, this time with much calmer look. “Hey, Chiaki don’t worry about it. I know you are trying hard, I was just wondering that’s all...” he trailed off. Would she be okay if he patted her head, or even her back with the other hand? Well, it wouldn’t hurt to try. Thus, a head pat she got. “How about we don’t talk about this anymore, okay? Can you walk? We can walk to some bench or something... and — and let’s get you something to drink, okay?” he paused for a moment, patting her back for a little before continuing. “If you can’t walk you can get on my back or something.” was it too weird to suggest? He wasn’t sure anymore. His brain felt like a delicious pudding, ready to spill out of his skull. He just wanted to get this situation in control, since he couldn’t run away. And that didn’t seem to be working out too well. 

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      hi everyone!! i am nika and i present you with an independent multimuse blog for my original characters. you can find all sorts of people here — from cool gang members to overly energetic gyarus & teens with crippling depression. there is a little bit of something for everyone. i guarantee you’ll find someone to your liking! if you are interested in seeing any of them, consider giving this blog a follow & liking/reblogging this post, so I can check you out too.

                                            muses. | rules. 

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apathism​:

      Ah, what a waste of time. Shoya heard the comment about his mother loud and clearly, but it left him unfazed, so he simply remained silent. He could be inside the shop by now, get what he needed and be on his merry way again, but no, life was full of obstacles. He didn’t avert his eyes when he reached into his pocket. Not only kept the female talking but she also had the audacity to tighten her grip. While Shoya was lacking the ability to perceive most of his emotions, anger always managed to somehow crawl out from the depths of the abyss of his heart. That, and he had a job to take care of. Call it short-temper or strong sense of fulfilling his duty, whatever it was, it made him take out a knife. Though, he kept it hidden from the other’s sight. 

      When she finally finished talking, the blonde gambled with the thought of whether or not he should grace her with a reply or if he should get straight to the point. He spent a mere second with thinking, before he let the knife flash up abruptly. In the next moment, the sharp object was used to stab the hand holding tightly onto his shoulder. To his disappointment, the tip of the knife didn’t seem to penetrate her hand completely, since he couldn’t feel it touching him. His brows furrowed. “My bad, guess I lied. ” Breaking her fingers would have been an easy task. However, seeing blood was just more satisfying to him. Plus, who didn’t love surprises? The male clicked his tongue in annoyance. “There’s no reason for me to apologize if you’re the one who caused the problem.”

      Although she wasn’t the most observant, she did notice however that the male seemed to be unfazed by her words at first. However, it was clear that he was getting fed up with her by just his gaze. He didn’t avert it even for a second, which was in a way admirable. Now it was clear that the male would stand his ground, just as much as she was. This could get either awfully annoying or interesting, and Ren was quite curious to see how it would end. Even more so, that she didn’t care that much about the initial push ( though don’t get wrong, she still would love to get back at him for that ). 

      Then came the knife. Now we are cooking! Even if the attempt was genuinely good, it didn’t seem to do much since the tip of the knife hasn’t penetrated her hand all that much. Not to mention he wanted to be a comedian now. She had to admit, the good old switcharoo of saying he’d break her hand only to try and stab it was sort of hilarious. Thus, the sudden grin on her face. “Good one kid” she said, before reaching out for her gun. If they were going to bring out their toys, she might as well show off hers. “Anyway dumbass, as I said, yer either start apologizin’ or we’ll have a problem.” then she froze up for a moment. “The fuck ya mean I caused the problem? Yer started it dumbass! Are ya on crack?”

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apathism​:

      After successfully pushing the female aside, he moved on with his life but he didn’t get far since a hand was suddenly grabbing his shoulder and stopped him from walking. Chills ran down his spine, being touched out of the blue really made him uncomfortable. “I’ll give you three seconds to remove your dirty hand before I break it, hag.” He spoke with a monotone voice, thus the threat probably didn’t come across as serious. However, if looks could kill, the other would be dead by now. 

      His cold gaze pierced right through the annoying lady but he didn’t move a single muscle. He remained in place, only shifting his head a little towards her direction. Upon taking a closer look at her, Shoya simply rolled his eyes and sighed, as if he was disappointed by the sight. He thought for a moment, should he really waste his time with this person? There was no need… but if she was looking for trouble then trouble she would receive. “… What I’m doing? So you’re deaf and blind, huh. A pig was blocking the way, so I shoved it to the side.”

      Although this guy seemed to annoy her the longer his mouth kept yapping, it could have been worse. At the very least he seemed to be fun, considering his weak threat. Still though, she couldn’t dent that his attitude was making her madder. “Ya kiss yer mamma with that mouth too, dickhead?” she scoffed, and started pondering whether or not she should remove her hand from his shoulder. To be honest, she was curious what this kid would do if she didn’t. One may say, she wanted to see so bad if he would even go through with this empty threat. 

      As if to provoke her even more, not only did he “check her out”, but he also dared to call her a pig. Her grip on his shoulder tightened, and she returned the same deadly gaze. “Oh so we’re goin’ ‘round and callin’ others pigs, ain’t that right? Don’t ya have better shit to do, instead of pushin’ people ‘round and callin’ them lame names?” she paused for a moment before speaking again. “Ya better apologize or we can resolve this ‘nother way.”

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apathism​:

@interrcmpu​   /   and i oop

     Sigh. Today wasn’t his day, was it? First he managed to break his mirror this morning by complete accident– well, if punching it with his fist repeatedly out of pure anger could really be considered as accident. Then his ‘friend’ Asami decided to force him to run an errand despite his lack of motivation. And now this stranger was blocking his way to the store. How was he supposed to finish things up when some annoying human decided to be a problem now?

     “Oi. Move. You’re in my way.” Silence. And no response or any kind of reaction from the other. This only made Shoya more upset. Was he being ignored? Foot tapped then a loud sigh followed as he grew more impatient.  “I said. Move.” Repeating himself once again, he placed a hand on the other’s back before he pushed the stranger rather harshly out of the way. If words won’t do, then getting physical might do the trick.

      A loud ( and quite exaggerated ) sigh erupted from her lips as she tried desperately to remember what in the hell she came here for. Even though she was painfully aware of her forgetful nature, she still hasn’t bothered to actually write certain things down. Today was the prime example of that. She was standing like a complete idiot in front of a store entrance trying so hard to remind herself what it was she needed. 

      Then, if she wasn’t pissed off enough, some dumbass decided to shove her aside. She was so consumed with her own thoughts that she hadn’t realized that someone was talking to her. Frankly, she wouldn’t have gave a shit anyway even if she knew, but that was besides the point. Immediately, she followed him and grabbed his shoulder. “What the hell do ya think yer doin’ kiddo?” she growled. Picking on someone younger than her — how classy. 

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Bat boots today 🦇🥀

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stellarium​:

      For a moment, the girl simply observed the young man in front of her. His expression changed ever so slightly as he tried to hold back his laughter. What’s so funny? The fact she used a lame excuse to fool him, knowing full well that no one would actually believe it? Or… was it because she was shaking like a leaf? Whatever the case, upon seeing his cheeks fill up with air while he tried to cover his mouth with a hand, she felt at ease. The girl wasn’t sure why. Perhaps because she felt so anxious the whole day, worrying about replying to his texts, that the fact she stood in front of him now washed it all away. Cute. Trembling lips slowly but surely formed into a small smile as she quietly continued to watch Yuji. Though, the moment he turned to look at her again and his words reached her ears, the smile disappeared. 

      Her mind immediately misinterpreted his words and reminded her of how she left him on read. Even if he was talking about something else, he was right. Instead of re-reading his messages, she should have simply talked to him. She wasted so much time worrying instead of doing something. She wanted to change so badly and yet she was still trapped in her anxious head. Chiaki’s gaze slowly dropped as she nervously rolled up the magazine in her hands. She wanted to apologize but her mouth remained shut. And so, she simply listened while remaining silent. When he mentioned clothes, her head tilted to the side. So even someone like Yuji was buying clothes at a mall. Somehow, Chiaki had a hard time imagining it. The other always seemed so classy and proper, she assumed he would buy expensive clothes at a designer shop. There was still so much she had to learn about him, huh. 

      Suddenly, she remembered Kenichi and reached for her phone to check the time. She still got more than one and half hour left before she had to meet up with her brother again. The phone and the magazine both returned to their original place, then Chiaki looked up at the male. “Yuji-san… I..” I’m so sorry for not responding to your texts. But the words never left her. She paused, as she pressed her lips together. No matter how hard she wanted to say it, she couldn’t do it, thus the girl decided to give up. “… Alright. I’d love to hang out with Yuji-san… even if it’s just for a little. I’m sure my mother will appreciate anything, big or small, but I don’t know what I should get her in the first place…”

      Although it seemed like the other was getting over the anxiousness, it was clear that something caused her to revert back to her usual behavior. Hm, weird. He could’ve sworn that he didn’t do anything outrageous this time. Unless, him laughing at her terrible excuse was what caused her distress. Now that he thought about it, it was quite probable. It wasn’t the nicest thing coming from him, but he couldn’t help it. It was so lame... how could he not laugh? Such a pathetic attempt only deserved to be laughed at. It was both hilarious, but also somewhat cute coming from the girl. So naïve, and so adorable for thinking someone would buy this excuse, especially someone like Yuji. However, he couldn’t be sure that this is what gotten her so upset. Perhaps she was upset about one of his remarks? Ah, girls were so confusing to him.

      Then she surprised him once more, when she began speaking but never finished what she intended on saying. How peculiar, didn’t she do this before? Why would she keep forcing herself to not speak up when she wanted? How troublesome, he thought before stretching his arms a little. He decided to ignore the matter for now, as he planned on bringing it up later. Instead he paid attention to the fact that Chiaki gave him an okay in regards to hanging out with her. Sweet. “Oh love? You are flattering me, Chiaki-chan” he said smiling from ear to ear. “I am happy to hear that though! I’d enjoy hanging out with Chiaki-chan too. After all it’s merrier when you shop with others, right?” he paused for a second, to think of the mother’s present matter. That was a difficult one, considering he was never close with his own mother. He was quite unexperienced to say the least. He had no idea what a mother would like for her birthday. Anything he ever made or gave his mother was left unnoticed, so he wasn’t sure what present would work best. What a bother. 

      “You are right, if your mother truly loves you she’ll appreciate anything you give her. It’s the thought that counts after all...” he spoke simply and trailed off once again. Would a bouquet of flowers be enough? Maybe a new dress? Necklace? What did girls like anyway? “Say, what about a bracelet with her initials? Or initials of you and your siblings?” he said simply out of the blue. “I think that could be quite cute, don’t you think Chiaki-chan?” he smiled brightly at her, lowkey hoping that she’d appreciate his idea, perhaps even praise him for it. He wasn’t sure why he expected so much, but perhaps it was his constant need for approval that was speaking. “Say... I been meaning to ask you, did I do something wrong?” his tone of voice seemed to be softer, quieter even. “I am just asking because I noticed you haven’t responded to any of my texts, and I thought that maybe Chiaki-chan is upset with me. If that’s the case you can tell me! I won’t be mad”

[neet-chan]

[interrcmpu]

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      Please don’t see me. Please don’t see me. The girl repeated the sentence over and over again in her mind, like a mantra to ward off bad energy. All the while her eyes were looking at an article about Yuji Ishida and his successful photoshooting from last month, the interviewer asking things like, whether or not he wanted to become a full-time model in the future. When she realized what she was reading, it was already too late. She couldn’t put the magazine back now, she was forced to stand there with the knowledge of Yuji’s face being possibly on the cover. Hell. She wasn’t even into that sort of stuff. Maybe she should have run off instead… oh, well. 

      Her heart was racing and pounding against her chest. Seconds felt like minutes and she could feel the sweat forming on the palm of her hands. It was unknown to her whether or not the male was still there or if he finally walked the other way, and honestly, she was too scared to even check. Chiaki tried to distract herself by reading the same paragraph over and over again but it didn’t help. Upon hearing the sound of footsteps drawing closer, her knees began to feel weak. It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. She took a step back without realizing, her body seemingly acting on it’s own, preparing to escape the scary situation. The pages of the magazine shook slightly, her hands now trembling as the anxiety in her chest grew bigger. Oh no, oh no…! She could now feel someone’s presence right in front of her, but she still pretended to be someone else behind the disguise. Not for long though, since Yuji decided to talk before removing her cover. 

      Upon hearing his voice she froze up, holding her breath just as her gaze shifted from the article to his feet. When he called her name she flinched slightly. Defeated, she let her arms drop to her sides. Her grip around the magazine tightened when she forced herself to meet the other’s eyes. “… Y-Yuji-san. I.. ah… I just felt like.. reading something to pass the time.” Stuttering and shaking, she somehow managed to get out some words before she averted her gaze again. This was horrible. Why did she have to meet him here? Why now? What was she supposed to say? She didn’t text him back for so long and now they were exchanging words in person. Awkward. “I’m.. I’m searching for a birthday gift for my mother. What a-about, Yuji-san?”

      Chiaki’s rather frightened mannerism didn’t go unnoticed, which prompted Yuji to back away from her ever so slightly. As he learned the other day, the girl was a rather anxious individual, so it was best to provide her with some personal space. Thus, he took few steps backwards, just as she stepped back herself. Soon after, the hand that was holding onto the magazine let go almost immediately. Maybe this would allow her to calm down. It wasn’t much, but he was really hoping that this would put her at ease, both for her own health and so that the people around them wouldn’t assume anything. Could you imagine the journalists going ham on this? ‘Ishida Yuji terrorizes a random citizen!’ 

      Even though his imagination was running wild, it was quickly silenced to be able to focus on her words, or rather a poor excuse. It was so laughable that the male couldn’t help himself, and he let out a quick snort. However, to somewhat minimalize the inevitable embarrassment for her, he turned away at an amazing speed. His hand shot up to his mouth trying to suppress his laugh as best as possible. Though, it was quite hard to hide his cheeks full of air, and the little trembling of his whole body. Sure, he was horrible for laugh at her like that, but frankly he didn’t care at the moment. I mean, did she really thought he’d believe her? That she was just reading this specific magazine to pass the time? When he felt like he got his composure back in order, he turned back around to her. “Aw, so Chiaki-chan prefers to read about me, rather than talk to me herself? Maybe I should write an autobiography~”

      His interest perked up when she spoke again. So it was her mother’s birthday soon, and she was looking for a present for her? How lucky for her that she actually had a reason to care about her mother so much, as to go out of her way like this. Ah how lucky. “Birthday gift for Mrs. Nishimoto? How generous of you, Chiaki-chan! I am sure your mother will be happy with anything you give her, as long as it’s from you” or so that’s what he thought when observing Reiji all the time. “Oh, me? I was just passing time by hiding in the clothes rack all day” he smirked, before laughing it off. “Just kidding! I was looking at clothes though, that’s all really. It’s one of these days where I just wanted to leave the house, you know?” he paused for a moment before continuing again. “May I join you on your little search? I think it would be more fun than mopping around the whole day”

[interrcmpu]

stellarium​:

@interrcmpu​ 

      Chiaki stood in midst of the shopping mall, staring absentmindedly at her phone while her older brother scanned the gift cards in front of them. Her mother’s birthday was approaching and thus she made plans with her siblings to choose some gifts for her. Of course the youngest, Kouichi, was no where to be found. He didn’t even hit them with a lame excuse, he was rather straightforward when he declined to join them. ‘Everyone can buy material things, but I won’t. No. I’ll gift her my voice and write a song for her.’  That’s what he said. But Kenichi, the oldest of the three, didn’t seem to care much. ‘To each his own.’ He responded. And now Chiaki found herself checking all types of stores together with Kenichi, to hopefully find a gift that would catch their eye. But… they’ve been stuck in the mall for an hour now ever since Ken spotted the cards. 

      A small sigh left the girl. She didn’t hate hanging out with her brother, in fact she enjoyed his company a lot. However, something was on her mind and she couldn’t shake it off so easily. One part of her wanted to talk about her troubles another wanted to deal with it alone. Her eyes were locked on a single name on her screen and a few messages with checkmarks on them. Yuji… I’m sorry. She managed to exchange numbers with him but she didn’t expect herself to be so poor at chatting. She wanted to get to know him better but she lacked the confidence to reply to his texts. What if she said something wrong? Everything would be for nothing then. However, leaving him on read like this, didn’t seem fair at all. Suddenly, Kenichi called out to her. ‘Chi~ Did you hear what I was saying?’ 

      Her gaze suddenly rose up and met with Kenichi’s brown eyes. The other was grinning at her while waving two gift cards in front of her face. It seemed that he had finally decided on which to pick. They still needed a proper present though. In the end, the two decided to split up and to look around the mall separately. We’ll meet up in two hours… where should I start? The girl walked around, still lost in thought when she let her eyes scout the area. They suddenly came to a halt when she recognized Yuji’s figure in the crowd. Panicking, Chiaki looked around quickly to find a place to hide. But nothing. Plan B. She reached out to grab one of the magazines from the shelf next to her and hid her face. However, the cover of the magazine was unfortunately graced by no other but Yuji himself, which made it easier to notice her.

      It has been some time since the very bizarre day in Yuji’s life, that he couldn’t really forget about. Even if he was busy with school or song writing, his mind would often transport him back to the day he spent with Chiaki Nishimoto. Her expressions would replay in his mind, and the feelings he experienced back then still confused him. Even so, he still managed to text her back letting her know that ( hopefully ) everything was working fine, after their number exchange. However, to his surprise it seemed like Chiaki was seeing the messages but have not replied to any of them. At first he assumed that something must have been wrong with her messaging app, or even his own. This thought put him at ease for some time. However, it didn’t last long since he began pondering if she was upset with him. 

      Although he firmly believed in his likeability and friendly demeanor, Yuji couldn’t deny the possibility that Chiaki was avoiding his messages due to emotional distress ( caused by yours truly ). Did he do something wrong that day? Actually — nevermind that. He most definitely did. There was no hiding it, especially since he made Chiaki cry. However, she was the one to suggest exchanging their numbers and then start talking, so why? Perhaps the whole situation was a game for her to mess with him? If he had to be honest, this cute girl didn’t seem like someone that’d do that. If anything, he’d expect such behavior from his unlikeable brother Reiji, but not from her. A sigh left him, as he looked through the clothes on the rack. Then again, he couldn’t judge a book by its cover, right? Even if the cover was quite adorable and innocent looking...

      After an unsuccessful and quite uneventful search, Yuji finally left the store without a single new article of clothing. He began wondering where he should go next, or if he should just go home already. However, there was no fun in going home, not to mention he didn’t wish to return so quickly to that hell hole. When the man thought that all hope was lost, he spotted a small figure holding onto a magazine with... his face on it? Could it be a fun he could pester perhaps? At the moment it didn’t matter to Yuji as he quietly approached the "stranger”. “Oh wow what a handsome fellow on the cover! You must have a good taste” he spoke in awfully cheerful tone, grabbing onto the magazine the other was holding. With a huge grin plastered on his face, he pushed it down gently just enough to see a glimpse of the person’s face. Instead of continuing with his shit-eating grin, he simply stood there dumbfounded. “Chiaki-chan?” he asked hesitantly, tilting his head in confusion. Well that was a surprise. “What are you doing here? I didn’t know you are into that type of magazines.”