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raimu. twenty one. model.

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Waiting in line always felt ten times longer than it actually is to Raimu. As such, it was becoming unbearable for the girl not to open and have a peek at the pages of the magazine she had in hand. But she absolutely wanted to enjoy it quietly at home. How long did a girl have to wait to finally read her favorite manga?! She let out an exasperated sigh when she saw that there were only two people standing between her and the checkout, but one of them was taking their sweet time chatting with the cashier, slowing down the line. She had never understood how people could never run out of things to talk about whenever they met another another person. Her attention diverted, something else started to bother her even more. She often tended to overthink and imagine things, but this time she was almost one hundred percent sure that she could feel someone’s stare behind her back. A stare that froze her in place. She actually felt like someone was watching her ever since she was in the manga magazine section, but she brushed it off as her being too paranoid. But could it be..? It couldn’t be a mere coincidence that this happened right after she met him, right? Lost in her thoughts, Raimu didn’t notice it was her turn to pay, and flustered, she walked up to the checkout counter, being careful not to meet the cashier’s eyes as she fumbled with her purse and took a few extra seconds to make sure she gave the right amount of money to the clerk. She breathed a sigh of relief when she was done paying for her magazine. She could finally go back home! Right when she was about to leave the shop, she almost bumped into someone who showed up in front of her out of nowhere. Eh? Again?, she thought to herself as she recognized the man’s voice even before she could look up at his face. So far, he has sure been good at appearing in front of her in the worst and most irritating ways. She also might or might not be slightly annoyed about the fact that he didn’t recognize her right away. Even so, she couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he remembered her and took the initiative of talking to her, although she made sure to keep her face lowered so he couldn’t see it. But actually, she wanted to avoid him and just go back home. She was skeptical that he even genuinely wanted to talk to her. He was probably only being polite towards an old acquaintance. She took a step back and gave him a polite bow in response, before remaining silent. What could she tell him? She didn’t even know what kind of approach to take with him. It was probably her turn to say something, right? “Kazuya-san?”, she inquired in a soft and timid voice, looking up at him. She noticed that another customer wanted to leave the shop but they were blocking the exit. “I think that we should go outside,” she suggested and walked out of the shop.

The girl seemed caught off guard, taken aback by the way he decided to approach her. But since she seemed to recognize him too he wasn’t being too pushy, right? Hopefully. ”No no no, what are you doing.” Kazu reached for her shoulders when she greeted him with a bow, just for a second though before waving his hands. “No need to be so polite. It’s just me after all.” he chuckled. The freeter had always been more of the direct, casual and touchy type, even if this wasn’t everyone’s favorite approach. He only realized that they were blocking another customer when this one cleared his throat and the female suggested for them to go outside. “Uh.. yeah, of course.”, he could barely finish his sentence when Raimu was already leaving the shop. To catch up with her he just put the manga in his hand down at a random spot, probably annoying whoever would have to organize the store and bring it back to it’s original place. But after all he never planned to buy the book to begin with, he just needed a good excuse to approach his childhood friend.. if that’s what he could consider the girl. She was more a friend of his sister after all, and him just the annoying big brother who would sometimes have fun by messing with the two of them by trying to scare them with horror movie props he collected, while on other times actually being protective of the girls when he felt he had to.  

When he left the store as well and caught up with the girl he stopped next to her, shoving his hands into his pocket and looking around. It wasn’t raining anymore but still cold, he could even see his own breath. “So uh.. Been a while so I almost didn’t recognize you there. Looking all grown up and pretty and all.” he straight up admitted while he tried to get a good look of her, which wasn’t easy because she seemed to make sure to constantly avoid his gaze and her hood was in the way to get a proper look too. Frankly he remembered her as an awkward teen but now she seemed to have grown into a ..well, still awkward but pretty young woman. However he also didn’t wanna sound like some sort of old uncle who met his niece after years, but he might have. Quickly he changed the topic “Anyway. It’s cold! Wanna get somewhere warm and have a chat?” he hoped not to be too troublesome because something told him maybe Raimu would rather just return home and not deal with the weather or being social. But he didn’t want this meeting to end with a “was-nice-seeing-you” kind of situation that lead to them not actually seeing each other again. “There’s a coffee shop just around the corner. They have really yummy hot choco~.” he hummed and swayed a bit while nudging her elbow with his own. If anything was able to convince her into wanting to go for a drink with him, it HAD to be hot chocolate after all, right? “My treat” he added just to be sure, now there was no way she could say no to that kind of offer. 

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She could feel her body stiffen when he put his hand on her shoulders. As she thinks about it, she remembers that he has always been that kind of person. That kind of gestures was natural for him, and she would just make things unnecessarily awkward between them if she gets nervous about it. She had to act natural. Even back then, he would sometimes casually touch her that same way! But they were kids back then. As an adult, this kind of gesture took her by surprise, especially coming from a man. She could never get used to people being too touchy or too familiar with her. That kind of intimacy was foreign to her, and she never quite knew how to react. At that moment, she felt like the harder she tried to act natural, the more unnatural she seemed. After she raised her head, she gave him a slight nod. Was she being too polite? She always acted that way around people who were not family. Now she felt kind of embarrassed. It was supposed to be a casual encounter, but she was making it awkward with her stiff behaviour. He might notice how nervous she was around him, or even be put off and try to be overly considerate. That would enventually cut their meeting short. She let out a long sigh, frustrated with herself. She stopped on her tracks when she realized that she pretty much dashed off, leaving him behind, and turned around, relieved to see him right behind her. It was one of her bad habits—walking as fast as possible so that no one could approach her. Uh? Did he just call her pretty? Caught off guard, she could feel her cheeks heating up despite how cold it was outside. Now, she could even less bring herself to look at him. Why did he have to make things more complicated for her?! She cursed herself for getting worked up so easily. Of course she was pretty, she hasn't been scouted as a model for no reason! He only spoke facts, it was as if he said "water is wet". She tried to calm herself down and worked up some courage to look up at him again when he changed the topic. That was the moment she feared the most. Saying yes or no could change everything. She was reminded of those dating sims she plays at times, in which each choice could change the whole direction of the story. She wished there was a walkthough for real-life situations as well, because she seemed to always get bad endings whenever she's faced with this kind of choices. The concept of "having a chat" was enough to make Raimu wants to flee from here. Ever since he approached her, she didn't say anything after all. She wondered if he hasn't notice yet that she was far from being the chatty type. Usually people noticed it right away and left her. Instead, he was already pointing towards some coffee shop. To be honest, right now, the hot chocolate was very tempting. The way he was pressuring her and nudging her elbow was kind of pissing her off, but her face instantly lit up when she heard that she could have free hot drinks. She couldn't let this opportunity pass. She felt like she was definitely being bribed, but whatever! She was the one winning in this deal. She could always ignore him if he was being too pushy. She mumbled a quiet "Un!", and gave him an enthusiastic nod to inform that she was in, before she headed straight towards the coffee shop. With the cold wind hitting her face, all that mattered right now was to get inside the coffee shop as quick as possible. She lets out a pleased hum after pushing open the door of the store and feeling some warmth again.

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If there was anything that Raimu hated more than going outside, it was going outside in a cold and depressing weather. That is why she usually made sure not to step a foot outside unless she had some urgent business, which was 100% of the time work. But that day, she had to leave the house for another kind of urgent business. The latest issue of her favorite manga magazine had just been released and her manager who would usually run her errands was unreachable. Muttering something under her breathe as she looked once again at her phone screen and noticed there was still no answer from her manager, she pulled down the black hoodie over her head even lower as she felt someone’s eyes on her, and sped up when she could spot the bookstore’s sign board. Avoiding other people’s gazes as much as possible, she scanned the place for the manga magazine corner, trying to act the most natural possible. She didn’t want it to be obvious that it was the first time in a while that she was a shut-in who hadn’t been to a bookstore in a while, and that despite how small the store was, she felt disoriented. She could already tell that she has already been too long since she has been standing in the corner next to the entrance, paying no attention to the books next to her and looking lost. If she stayed there any longer, a shop assistant would probably approach her and she wanted to avoid that at any costs. Her eyes darted in every direction in impatience, she finally rushed towards the familiar drawings, ending up in the manga section. It wasn’t exactly what she was looking for but she already felt at peace, surrounded by the books she loved. Raimu’s attention was rapidly absorbed by the mangas in front of her, and one of them placed at the very top of the piles particularly caught her attention as she kept looking at the female characters on the cover. She mumbled to herself in a soft voice, “Cute…”, paying no attention to the person who bumped into her at that moment, until she felt that someone was staring at her. In a swift and reflex-like manner, she looked up, brows furrowed in both confusion and annoyance. Her expression softened for one second though, shifting from annoyance to surprise as she recognized the man standing next to her. He hadn’t changed at all since the last time she saw him. She looked away nervously, grabbing the first manga within her reach and skimming through the book distractedly, glancing a few times at him, expectantly. Did he recognize her? She figured that the answer to this question was negative when she took another better look at him and noticed his reaction, or lack of reaction. As expected. She knew that people usually don’t remember someone as unfriendly and gloomy as her. And even if they do, they don’t really want to talk to her either. He probably didn’t want to either. She bowed quickly without saying a word when he apologized to her and turned around to the opposite direction, resuming her search for manga magazines, that she eventually found right next to the manga section. She let out a sigh of relief as she grabbed one of the few copies left of the one she wanted and made her way to the checkout.

The girl’s behavior seemed suspicious, to say the least. It was as though maybe he wasn’t wrong and she was the one who he initially though, on the other hand, wouldn’t she have said something? But then.. the girl he knew from the past just wasn’t the type, was she? He fondly remembered her to be somewhat awkward, quiet and trapped in her own mind a lot. Traits some people confused with her being unfriendly or gloomy, but he always thought it was deeper than that. At least he remembered she wasn’t just whatever people initially saw in her. Once you actually bothered to get to know her, she was more than that. An interesting person to be around, definitely.

When the female turned around to resume her search he should had already given up to figure out if she was who he thought. But it didn’t leave him alone. What if.. and it was a big what if, she was the one, he would miss out on reconnecting with someone from his past.. He was already kind of a lonely here in Tokyo, losing most his connection in Japan because of dumb shit he did in the past. He couldn’t afford to miss out chances like these. And that’s what fueled the urge to follow her.. but a guy in his mid twenty following a young girl in a bookstore, maybe that would seem a little creepy. So he had to be lowkey about it…not that this thought alone wasn’t creepy on itself. He glanced over at her one more time when he spotted her pulling out a manga magazine which she brought with her to the checkout. Kazuya looked at the manga in his hand, nodded to himself and eventually just followed her to the checkout. 

It wasn’t “following her around” if he had to pay too, right? Even though he wasn’t actually interested in buying the manga in his hand, but it was now or never, so there was no time to look for something else. At the checkout he finally found himself right behind her, still both hands clenched around the book as he chewed his bottom lip in thought, staring at her back. It wasn’t his style to be awkward or nervous, the opposite. He was known to be direct and approachable. Just his insecurity to know if she was that girl from his past, it messed with his ‘style’. Finally, after she was done paying he pushed aside his insecurity and just made another attempt. Somewhat blocking her way to catch her attention he quickly spoke up “It’s you after all, isn’t it?”, his lips upturned into a smile as he leaned in a bit closer and tilted his head, his voice quiet as if sharing a secret “Raimu-chan?”

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Waiting in line always felt ten times longer than it actually is to Raimu. As such, it was becoming unbearable for the girl not to open and have a peek at the pages of the magazine she had in hand. But she absolutely wanted to enjoy it quietly at home. How long did a girl have to wait to finally read her favorite manga?! She let out an exasperated sigh when she saw that there were only two people standing between her and the checkout, but one of them was taking their sweet time chatting with the cashier, slowing down the line. She had never understood how people could never run out of things to talk about whenever they met another another person. Her attention diverted, something else started to bother her even more. She often tended to overthink and imagine things, but this time she was almost one hundred percent sure that she could feel someone's stare behind her back. A stare that froze her in place. She actually felt like someone was watching her ever since she was in the manga magazine section, but she brushed it off as her being too paranoid. But could it be..? It couldn't be a mere coincidence that this happened right after she met him, right? Lost in her thoughts, Raimu didn't notice it was her turn to pay, and flustered, she walked up to the checkout counter, being careful not to meet the cashier's eyes as she fumbled with her purse and took a few extra seconds to make sure she gave the right amount of money to the clerk. She breathed a sigh of relief when she was done paying for her magazine. She could finally go back home! Right when she was about to leave the shop, she almost bumped into someone who showed up in front of her out of nowhere. Eh? Again?, she thought to herself as she recognized the man's voice even before she could look up at his face. So far, he has sure been good at appearing in front of her in the worst and most irritating ways. She also might or might not be slightly annoyed about the fact that he didn't recognize her right away. Even so, she couldn't help but smile at the fact that he remembered her and took the initiative of talking to her, although she made sure to keep her face lowered so he couldn't see it. But actually, she wanted to avoid him and just go back home. She was skeptical that he even genuinely wanted to talk to her. He was probably only being polite towards an old acquaintance. She took a step back and gave him a polite bow in response, before remaining silent. What could she tell him? She didn't even know what kind of approach to take with him. It was probably her turn to say something, right? "Kazuya-san?", she inquired in a soft and timid voice, looking up at him. She noticed that another customer wanted to leave the shop but they were blocking the exit. "I think that we should go outside," she suggested and walked out of the shop.

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closed starter for @raimurun

氷と雨 —  “… fading out of indifference” The weather was odd on this Friday, but not more than it was the last few days. It seemed as though it couldn’t decide between a light shower and the freezing cold so it did both, and it seemed like a miracle that the rain didn’t turn into ice while falling. A day that was best spent in bed. But it was payday for one of his recent side-gigs, and that meant Kazuya had to cash in his check and, to keep up his incapability of managing his finances, the young man HAD TO find ways to throw out money on things he didn’t really need. And so he found himself in one of the small book stores not too far from his apartment. He took his time skimming through different books because he had nothing better to do, and he didn’t look forward to going out into the cold again either. If he could he would put up a tent right there and not leave the cozy warm bookstore at all anymore. An inaudible sigh left the Freeter’s lips while he put another book back into it’s place after reading the summary on the back. How many books could people write about the same topic of unrequited love? As if love was all there was in life. Not that he would know, he had never been in love. Maybe he had a crush or two. But that also had been years ago so he didn’t even know anymore how that felt. While his mind wandered to places and times in his past, the young man now arrived in the manga section where he pulled out the first issue that his eyes caught on and flipped open a random page. Of course it happened to be one of the adult-ish ones, which hit him as he involuntarily stared at a proportional-unrealistic yet aesthetically pleasing set of big manga boobs in a tight blouse that threatened to have the top button jump off any moment.- The owner of said arguments staring back at him with blushing cheeks and big eyes that squinted through a pair of glasses. “Secretary fantasies, huh?”, with his interest peaked, glancing right and left to see if no one was watching him Kazuya then turned his back to the people around him and continued to flip through the pages… just to see what the manga was about of course. It wasn’t that it was an actual pornographic one, but it had a lot of drawings of the female biology at it’s finest. Focused on the book in his hands, Kazu barely realized himself moving backwards a couple little steps when suddenly he was stopped by gently bumping into someone behind him to which he quickly turned around.  “Oh.. sorry”, he apologized in his usual half-assed manner before catching a real glance at the person he ran into. Hands clenched firmer onto the manga in his hand when it became apparent it was a girl, and a pretty one at that from what he could make out before their eyes met. And when they did something in his head popped as if it was alerting him of something .. immediately followed by an air of familiarity but why.. ? Was it..? “Ra-” .. no, it wasn’t. Or could it be? it’s been a few years but she was not only looking a lot like who he thought he saw, even her aura seemed the same… But also not.. in an in-explainable way. He was probably wrong, and his sleep deprivation from staying up all night again didn’t help his case either. “..Ah— excuse me.. I thought I knew you from somewhere..” he suddenly became apologetic for staring at the girl and bowed his head quickly, planning to make an awkward u-turn but something kept him from doing so, and that’s how he stayed frozen in place as if he was waiting for the girl to say something. 

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If there was anything that Raimu hated more than going outside, it was going outside in a cold and depressing weather. That is why she usually made sure not to step a foot outside unless she had some urgent business, which was 100% of the time work. But that day, she had to leave the house for another kind of urgent business. The latest issue of her favorite manga magazine had just been released and her manager who would usually run her errands was unreachable. Muttering something under her breathe as she looked once again at her phone screen and noticed there was still no answer from her manager, she pulled down the black hoodie over her head even lower as she felt someone's eyes on her, and sped up when she could spot the bookstore's sign board. Avoiding other people's gazes as much as possible, she scanned the place for the manga magazine corner, trying to act the most natural possible. She didn't want it to be obvious that it was the first time in a while that she was a shut-in who hadn't been to a bookstore in a while, and that despite how small the store was, she felt disoriented. She could already tell that she has already been too long since she has been standing in the corner next to the entrance, paying no attention to the books next to her and looking lost. If she stayed there any longer, a shop assistant would probably approach her and she wanted to avoid that at any costs. Her eyes darted in every direction in impatience, she finally rushed towards the familiar drawings, ending up in the manga section. It wasn't exactly what she was looking for but she already felt at peace, surrounded by the books she loved. Raimu's attention was rapidly absorbed by the mangas in front of her, and one of them placed at the very top of the piles particularly caught her attention as she kept looking at the female characters on the cover. She mumbled to herself in a soft voice, "Cute...", paying no attention to the person who bumped into her at that moment, until she felt that someone was staring at her. In a swift and reflex-like manner, she looked up, brows furrowed in both confusion and annoyance. Her expression softened for one second though, shifting from annoyance to surprise as she recognized the man standing next to her. He hadn't changed at all since the last time she saw him. She looked away nervously, grabbing the first manga within her reach and skimming through the book distractedly, glancing a few times at him, expectantly. Did he recognize her? She figured that the answer to this question was negative when she took another better look at him and noticed his reaction, or lack of reaction. As expected. She knew that people usually don't remember someone as unfriendly and gloomy as her. And even if they do, they don't really want to talk to her either. He probably didn't want to either. She bowed quickly without saying a word when he apologized to her and turned around to the opposite direction, resuming her search for manga magazines, that she eventually found right next to the manga section. She let out a sigh of relief as she grabbed one of the few copies left of the one she wanted and made her way to the checkout.

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