miyawaki sakura. she/her. cis woman. › spotted at the met steps , seina sasaki , most likely listening to xs by rina sawayama with their airpods pro . the twenty five year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -virulent yet +decorous to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about never knowing the warmth of a mother's love , the upturn of glossed petals as dominoes fall in her favor , hiding ripple of perfect facade amongst neverending museum passageways , and unblemished features adorning crystalline tears due to lack of unconditional love , followed by good girl blush by carolina herrera . latest nepoupdates article talks about the principal ballerina angrily leaving temple court after hushed argument with long lost birth mother following secret reunion , but i guess any reputation is good reputation . ( monday , twenty6 , she/they , est . )
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if one were to ask takahashi fumiko if she ever wanted her daughter to follow in her footsteps , the answer would be a bold no . one of japan's best ballerinas came from a poor family in the countryside , but had a natural affinity to the prestigious art form . fumiko was offered scholarship to perform in tokyo , easily capturing the eye of a number of ballet masters in the city . although fumiko is seen on billboards as she dances in a number of high profile ballets , there wasn't a single person that managed to catch her eye . that is , until she crosses paths with sasaki daisuke when she's twenty one .
the son of real estate and banking moguls , daisuke was used to having the world at his fingertips . raised in one of the wealthiest areas of tokyo , daisuke had only ever attended the best schools and grew up to be amongst tokyo's most elite , those who spend their time at the ever boring operas and ballets ( as daisuke saw it ) . it's during a charity event , hosted by a friend of the family , when daisuke crosses paths with the beautiful ballerina that stole his breath from the moment he laid eyes on her . daisuke had done everything to speak to her that night , not allowing himself to leave until he had gotten a chance . fumiko was initially against the idea of dating who's name carried such prestige , but it didn't take long for the two to fall in love .
to describe their relationship as anything other than a whirlwind would be a vast overstatement . in six short months , the couple is engaged , but the announcement doesn't come without scrutiny . daisuke's parents assume fumiko is after nothing more than his money , while fumiko's parents wonder if their daughter is even ready to be married into one of tokyo's wealthiest families . it's a modern day telling of the haves and the have nots suddenly thrown together , but it's evident on a warm spring day in 1995 that neither family can change their child's mind . daisuke and fumiko marry— a lavish ceremony that one could say rivaled that of the imperial family . it takes some time for their families to come to term with her union , but the love the two share is hard to ignore .
it's during the winter of 1998 that the couple welcome their only child , a daughter that they name seina . for the first three years of seina's life , the couple's relationship appeared to be perfect , but fumiko had been wanting out for a long time . she had given up her career shortly after her marriage to daisuke , and as much as she wished to return , having a child ( in her eyes ) didn't help her at all . it's on a thursday , only a few days after seina's third birthday , when fumiko suddenly disappears . she walks out of the front door of the family home with only a suitcase , leaving behind a note for daisuke and seina that she'll return ... someday and her signature already swirled elegantly on divorce papers . for one long year , daisuke attempts to find his wife , but seeing himself losing time with his daughter makes him eventually give up his search and officially divorce from fumiko .
as seina grows , she develops a love for her mother's passion . she's five when she begins lessons in ballet , and it's evident that she developed her mother's passion as well . despite starting a bit later compared to her peers , seina easily grasps onto the art form , and it's a no brainer to daisuke to see his daughter continue . it's when she's thirteen that seina joins abc tokyo ballet company , where she hones in her skills and becomes one of the company's best . at fifteen , seina leaves tokyo to study at the royal ballet school . it's during her time here that her father meets nishimura tsuru , a woman of great means who would eventually become her stepmother .
initially , seina is against the idea of having a stepmother , far too used to it only being herself and her father . she formally meets tsuru when the new couple comes to see her in london , and despite seina's initial reservations , she grows to like tsuru . their relationship is a little distant due to seina only being at home for a few months out of the year , but as the years passed and tsuru asked seina to be one of her bridesmaids , their relationship grew closer . tsuru became the one to clap the loudest after her performances , to start standing ovations and cheer her on with every new role she would land .
after graduating from the royal ballet school , seina dances with the royal ballet for two years and achieves the rank of first soloist . during her time at the royal ballet , she dances in a number of productions , becoming one of the most sought after ballerinas of her time . seen as a treasure back home in japan , seina becomes the face of various food / drink , retail , and skincare brands . she even stars in a few commercials for apple . it's after two years with the royal ballet that seina leaves the royal ballet , landing the position of principal ballerina with the american ballet theatre at twenty three .
HEADCANONS.
seina has been with the american ballet theatre for two years now , and has been in a number of productions since then . to see what productions she's been in professionally , check out the career link !
since she spent eight years in london , she has a slight accent when speaking english . it's not the most noticable , but it comes out when speaking certain words .
she considers tsuru to be her mom , and introduces her as such . it took a little bit of time , but after her parents had been together for a few years , seina began to call her mom at seventeen . daisuke and tsuru never had children of their own .
she has a close relationship with her father , as for over ten years , it had only been the two of them . they still have a close relationship , even with daisuke still living full time in japan . seina makes it her mission to visit her parents a few times out of the year , typically staying at least two weeks or more depending on her schedule .
like all students that graduate from the royal ballet school , seina holds a b.a. in classical ballet and dance performance !
since moving to new york , seina lives alone on the upper east side in a spacious two bedroom condo that her father purchased for her .
"i wish i could say you get used to it, but i've never been much of a liar," sasha admitted with a laugh. it wasn't necessarily the truth but it was far from a malicious lie. "five? that's so many," sasha's eyes widened as she looked at looked at seina. "that reminds me of when i was a child," she smiled, "i dreamed of attending shows in person. i never could've imagined walking in one."
this new world of high fashion , celebrity and magazine photoshoots was almost overwhelming for seina . she hasn't gotten used to it yet , but she's sure she will eventually . " it's so much fun , though . i went to the chanel show and it was insane sitting near barbie herself . " soft laughter spills from her before tucking her hair behind her ear . " oh , please . i'm sure it's not as many as some other people . i'm just thrilled to be invited . " her brows raise in curiosity . " you're walking in this show ? "
natasha was in her natural habitat , she loved parties , having people around her , with champagne and laughter . solitude brought out the worst in her , she couldn't imagine anything worse than being alone with her thoughts . always looking for a distraction , something entertaining enough to catch the blonde's attention . or at least that was her excuse to be flirting with someone else while her date got drinks for her . taking a sniff of the glass in her hands , femme wrinkled her nose . ❛ that's fucking disgusting . c'mon , let's get ourselves a real drink , ❜ said , wrapping her arm around the other's . ❛ don't even get me started , you bang someone a few times and they suddenly think you're their property , ❜ rolls hues . ( @leumings )
industry parties were often a confusing space for the ballerina . most would agree that it's simply not her scene— that she sticks out like a sore thumb and looks awkward as she remains attached to the table full of drinks . her friend had disappeared somewhere amongst the crowd of partygoers , leaving seina alone and questioning their friendship . she had seen natasha on television here and there— she never paid enough attention to whichever celebrity was on the front pages of tmz , not really one to care about what had to be said about her . " where would we even get a real drink ? " the question rolls from her tongue as natasha loops her arm with her own , and she nearly stumbles over her boots to keep up . " that's ... unpleasant . men are quite possessive , aren't they ? " seina shivers . " you're okay , right ? "
It was nice that she was offering, but Ricky felt her mouth drawing up as soon as Starbucks was mentioned. She was the type to go out of her way to try coffee from a local shop, and insist, even if it was absolutely disgusting, it was so much better, just to avoid being seen with the masses. ❝ Do I look like I shop at Tiffany's? ❞ was all that she asked at first, praying the answer was a hard no.
lips twist slightly at the delayed response from the other , remaining crouched as she waits . " well , do people who shop at tiffany's have a certain look ? " brows knit together for a short moment . perhaps it has a lot to do with her tending to her own emotions with an unnecessary shopping spree , so maybe she's a little confused right now . " anyone could shop at tiffany's— if you don't wanna go there we could go to uh ... " she thinks for a moment . " oh ! how about gelato ? we can go to amorino— an exisential crisis will be the last thing on your mind when you try their tiramisu flavor . "
❛ you really want to argue right now ? it's a party , babe , i'm partying . just chill , ❜ rolled bored hues . femme thought that having no strings attached would give her the freedom to do whatever she wants . but there was her boy toy of the week throwing a tantrum because he saw natasha flirting with someone else . ❛ i would love to talk about your feelings all night , but my friend is calling me , so see you later ! ❜ started walking away , ignoring him calling her name . stopping in front of the first familiar face blonde saw . ❛ just pretend to talk to me about something important until that guy gets tired and leaves , thank you , ❜ digits taking the drink out of their hand , taking a sip . ❛ ew , what is this ? ❜
such industry parties were a rare event for femme . the air was thick and uncomfortable , almost to the point of choking , but getting dragged along with a friend meant she was stuck for a while . the last thing she wanted to do was leave without making sure said friend got home safely . femme had been hovering near the drinks , a cup of what tasted to be a poorly mixed cocktail of jungle juice when a sudden outburst catches her attention . had done her best not to stare , but nearly chokes when leggy blonde approaches . " huh ? " comes out of her before words register , and nods before drink is pulled from grasp . " your guess is as good as mine . i feel like my tongue might fall out . " tucks dark locks behind ear with soft chuckle , gaze shifting to man who finally seems to take the hint . " he seemed like a real ... drag . "
“ i wish i had the answer but understanding the minds of rich people is not my specialty . ” not to that capacity . she’s dealt with difficult clients and knows how they think , but she has no intention of trying to attach any sort of reasoning to it . “ but it’s just rich people looking for any excuse to look down on other rich people because money doesn’t span back for generations ? oh the horror ! money is still money but showing it off is gauche . ” she’ll scoff as cerulean eyes roll . // @leumings
growing up with such wealth is bound to warp ones perception of the world , but most remarks never made much sense to femme— even if she did grow up with more money than one could ever dream of . " i don't think we're meant to understand it . i mean , i grew up with these types and i don't know what the hell they're talking about ninety - nine percent of the time— it's all mumbo jumbo to me . " shoulders rise and fall in near nonchalant manner . " and , it sounds like a boring way to live— caring so much about what others are doing . "
"i wish i could say you get used to it, but i've never been much of a liar," sasha admitted with a laugh. it wasn't necessarily the truth but it was far from a malicious lie. "five? that's so many," sasha's eyes widened as she looked at looked at seina. "that reminds me of when i was a child," she smiled, "i dreamed of attending shows in person. i never could've imagined walking in one."
wants to complain of aching feet but decides against it . such opportunities arise seeminly only once in a lifetime , and doesn't want to appear as ungrateful . " it's my first fashion month— i'm surprised i've been invited to this many so far . it's insane how fast paced this all is . " femme feels as if sleep were a foreign subject over the last few days . " i don't think i could ever walk in a show , i'd be too embarrassed ! i'm perfectly content with watching from the sidelines . "
seina and tristan had an 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 dynamic . . . or maybe it was more toxic than anything else . ( but that was besides the point . ) at least to tristan . his gaze took in the girl before falling to her hand and then back up at her face . a jokingly roll of his eye following suit shortly after as he walked closer to her and took her hand in his . ❛ you sure ? i'm pretty convinced you have a murder plot up there in that head of yours . ❜ tristan began , raising his opposite hand that 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 occupied with her hand and instead just the liquor bottle . moving it over and tapping the side of her head with his index finger . ❛ you're probably just waiting for the best moment to 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄 . ❜ sarcasm laced his words as he began walking along the water , taking her along with him . ❛ actually , i 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 think you have it in you to plot my murder . you like having me around too much . ❜ he teased , head tilted to the side to look at her . a smirk playing on his lips .
soft laughter spills from brims . their relationship was difficult to describe , but to anyone on the outside looking in , it was easy to see exactly how their dynamic was . femme preferred to wear rose colored glasses— to think they were good even when they were best described as sour . fingers wiggle once between the other's , giving a gentle squeeze . " even if i did , i don't think it'd be wise to tell you . " sticks out tongue in playful manner , puffing out petals ever so slightly . head tilts . " well , i guess we'll just have to wait and find out , hmm ? i'd have to use the element of surprise . " follows along with steady footsteps , free hand gently wrapped around the other's arm while taking in the salty night air . a scoff spills , followed by laughter . " i think you are the one who couldn't resist having me around . if you're dead you'd be so bored without me— you'd wanna come back just to hang out . " nose crinkles and leans head on tristan's arm , their height difference obvious . " what are you doing out here anyway ? "
❝ you give off "have my life together" vibes and based on my experience, knowing at least the basics of cooking kinda goes hand in hand with that. ❞ blonde also not surprised that another member of the rich and famous left culinary matters to others. plus, take out was far more reliable, not to mention easier. her eyes narrowed slightly. ❝ but i've been stirring it nearly constantly? ❞ well, almost. she'd gotten distracted by a text but surely it hadn't been that long.
" me ? you think i have my life together ? " words are laced with light laughter while head shakes , leaning hip against edge of counter . " listen , my mom may have taught me how to cook , but that doesnt mean i retained any of it . " cooking was not a skill that femme had any interest in— main excitement stems from the result of such a task . gaze shifts up toward friend . " i think this is a sign that we just need to order something . how about we go to los tacos no. 1 ? "
❝ Don't ask, ❞ Ricky stated, hearing footsteps on the sidewalk headed directly towards where she lay, flat of her back, staring up at the sky with a woe-is-me expression. ❝ It's been a... ❞ Day? Week? Month? Year? Where to begin. ❝ Life, ❞ she said after a momentary pause, heaving an overdramatic sigh, nothing in particular wrong, but she could name a hundred things. ❝ It has been a life. ❞
prada loafer covered feet come to halt just two feet from femme on the ground , head tilting curiously . " you're on the sidewalk ... in new york ? " drops into crouch , and slightly hugs knees to chest . " i mean , that's kinda obvious , but the sidewalk is kind of a gross place to have an existential crisis . " offers hand for other to take . " how about we contemplate our lives in a starbucks ... or better yet , let's go to tiffany's ! "
“ i wish i had the answer but understanding the minds of rich people is not my specialty . ” not to that capacity . she’s dealt with difficult clients and knows how they think , but she has no intention of trying to attach any sort of reasoning to it . “ but it’s just rich people looking for any excuse to look down on other rich people because money doesn’t span back for generations ? oh the horror ! money is still money but showing it off is gauche . ” she’ll scoff as cerulean eyes roll . // @leumings
femme exhales softly— family could be considered old money , with both father and stepmother coming from long lineages of wealth and excess , so she's unsure if she has room to talk . " it's all rather strange . money is money , as you said , and i don't think i'll ever understand the divide . " leans back against chair , bringing half finished vanilla sweet cream cold brew to lips for small sip before laughing softly . " it's so tragic watching people on social media vying for this ... sofia richie effect . i promise , you're more likely to land a date with someone rich by just being interesting , not wearing a black blazer to a bar . "
if you opened seina's closet , what would you see ? whenever the prima ballerina isn't rushing around town in lululemon leggings and the highly sought after pink define jacket , her style is rather relaxed . she's an avid fan of skirts and sweaters , long trousers and oversized outerwear . her accessories are all things designer , with her most prized possession being the hermés kelly bag she received on her twenty fifth birthday . at home , the dancer likes to keep things loose , draped on her couch in either a matching set or a cheeky nightgown . although it should be said that this is only a fraction of what's in her closet . @nepofminspo !
