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PC: All you need to do is open the link then make a copy of the document and thats all you have to do!
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LINK BELOW
A digital template that is short, simple and easy to work with.
This template can be used on both mobile and PC
PC: All you ne
Since I didn't like the old template, and since I didn't actually have a drawing of my OC in a completely "school" version, I decided to fix that.
I would like to point out that the template was created by @Veilody, while the drawing was done by a dear friend of mine who I call "IP", because she rightly doesn't want to put any kind of name online.
I hope you like Kahori, an OC that I gave a lot of love to and that I also put a bit of myself in ✨💖
HERE you can find the pre-timeskip fanfic "Stringless".
Stranger Sequel is a collab that takes place within the universe of STRANGER THINGS. here you will be pleased to find several editions of fanfics from the fandom that are part of the project. To read the stories access our wattpad account. All fanfictions are in portuguese. If you click on source you will find our profile on wattpad
I wrote a little oneshot where my OC Kahori and my friend's OC meet for the first time! I usually post the full oneshot on AO3, but this time I want to post at least this one in full here too.
The volleyball echoed off like a steady drumbeat. The ball bounced off the players' arms, their hands raised to touch it, the voices of the players echoing inside the gymnasium. Kahori sat down on the edge of the bench, still panting, clutching the cold water bottle with both hands. The plastic left a damp trail on her fingers.
It was the first training session of the new school year, and even though it was only a practice match, Kahori felt a certain uneasiness stirring inside her. A new team, new teammates, a completely new environment. The fear of not fitting in, of what had happened in the past happening again.
She brought the water bottle to her lips, then suddenly lowered it. She had a strange feeling — the kind she got when someone was watching her, but without being obvious about it.
She turned her head slightly. A girl had appeared next to her on the far end of the long bench, like a shadow drawn at the edge of the bench. She stared straight ahead, but Kahori could swear she felt her gaze shift towards her. It was as if the new presence was studying her from a distance.
She wore a white T-shirt that was much larger than her size, with the words ‘Karasuno High School’ written on it, and black trousers from their school's tracksuit. The mask hid half of her face, but her eyes were framed by glasses with two large, thick lenses. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and her shoulders were slightly hunched forward, as if she were carrying the weariness of the world on her back.
Kahori swallowed, uncertain. The girl hadn't greeted her. She didn't even seem inclined to do so.
Ten very long seconds passed. Then twenty. Neither of them moved. Only the sound of shoes on the parquet floor filled the silence. Until the girl stood up slightly, took a few steps to the side, her gaze still fixed on the volleyball court, until she sat down about a metre away from Kahori.
The girl glanced down at the cap of Kahori's water bottle. Afterwards, she said, in a very low voice: “Do you disinfect it after every use?”
Kahori looked at her, a little surprised, unsure if she had understood correctly. “Uhm... yes. My sister washes it carefully. She uses... those antibacterial detergents.”
Yuko nodded very slightly, as if Kahori had just passed an invisible test. “Good.”
Silence settled between them like a light blanket. The sound of the ball hitting the parquet floor provided a steady, almost comforting background noise.
Kahori took a sip of water, aware of Yuko's presence beside her. She could sense the girl's struggle: she was searching for words, but she didn't know where to start. To tell the truth, Kahori was also trying to figure out what to do. Asking someone's name wasn't such a difficult task for Kahori, but something told her that it was better to “give her time to talk” and decide what to do, to that mysterious girl who had decided to approach her.
Yuko tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, without looking at her. Then, as if she had gathered all her courage in a single breath, she said, “I am Yuko Akatsuki.”
Kahori turned to look at her, surprised. The eyes behind the mask were fixed straight ahead, focused on the game. “I'm the team manager. The girl's team, I mean. If you need... I don't know, water, ice, or...medicines and patches. You can count on me.”
Yuko added in a whisper, but with absolute seriousness: “And hand sanitiser, yes, especially hand sanitiser. I'm well stocked.”
Kahori nodded, struggling to hold back a smile. “Okay. Nice to meet you, Akatsuki-san. I'm Kahori Shimizu, I just joined the team.”
Silence again. But a different kind of silence. Yuko clutched the notebook full of notes to her chest, as if seeking support from that inanimate object. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you who I was right away. Sometimes... I can't speak at the right moment.”
Kahori looked at her for a moment, then shook her head slowly. “I didn't know how to start either.”
Yuko nodded knowingly.
When a player on the court missed a reception and the ball rolled towards them, Kahori got up to retrieve it. She picked it up, handed it to her teammate, then sat down again next to Yuko.
Kahori had just sat down next to Yuko when she heard the girl's voice, low and direct, as if she were talking to herself: “It's quite warm today for spring. It's very sweaty. The balls absorb moisture. Hands... are the worst carriers of bacteria.”
Kahori looked at her sideways, taken aback for a moment, but not in a negative way. There was no anxiety or annoyance in those words: they seemed almost part of a mental list, orderly and habitual.
“Are you going to clean them all after training?” The question came out spontaneously, but not ironically. Just sincere curiosity.
Yuko nodded once, seriously. “Yes. With gloves and disinfectant. And then I dry them one by one. In the air, if possible.”
A moment of silence.
Then Kahori said, “Do you want a hand?”
Yuko turned to look at her. She didn't answer right away. She didn't seem to be expecting that offer — or maybe she thought it was just a polite thing to say, like people sometimes do.
But Kahori kept her gaze steady and sincere. No blinking, no sarcasm. Just attention.
Yuko lowered her eyes slightly, then nodded again, more slowly. “If... if you want. Yes.”
Kahori smiled slightly. “All right.”
They said nothing more. But in the midst of that training session, that humid afternoon and the sound of balls bouncing on the floor, something had already been set in motion.
