Hermit || Akira & Futaba
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For being as small as it was, Café Leblanc’s convenient and cozy location within Shizume City nevertheless made it a hotspot favored among students from the nearby university in particular. Incidentally, its close proximity to the university also happened to be how Akira came to be aware of its presence. Being in a tight spot after having just moved here from another city, then, it was only natural that he took up the position posted for help, effectively surrendering many of his evenings to the flimsy whims of customers in exchange for the much-needed yen.
Sundays actually tended to be fairly slow a lot of the time, and today was no exception. The only reason he’d been called in was to cover for the owner, who apparently had something he couldn’t bail out on. So today it was really just Akira manning the shop. Well, Akira and the orange-haired girl, whose name he recalled as Futaba Sakura. He didn’t know very much about her, just that she was the owner’s daughter and as such would happen into here sometimes. That’s what the owner had more or less said of her. She tended to keep to herself, but of course, Akira couldn’t help the burgeoning curiosity, and given that the day had been slow and only getting slower as time dragged on--
“Sakura-chan?” Calling out to her like this, Akira stepped out from behind the bar and closer to her. In his hands, he held a fresh, hot bowl of curry, which he’d originally begun preparing for himself as dinner, but it occurred to him that he hadn’t seen the girl eat anything. “...Are you hungry?”









