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Yata angled his head and eyed the taller curiously. Bothersome? He couldn’t quite get that at first, but he supposed his own initial opinion of the kid was a factor. He did look somewhat like a punk… Probably someone more intimidating than himself, a short guy that often got mistaken for a middle schooler… Annoying. “Well, have you considered changing your appearance?” the ginger asked bluntly, blinking. “Haircut, a shave…”

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Yeah... 'Punk' was that word he was constantly trying to escape. Smiling weakly at the ginger, Asahi scratched the back of his head, hand brushing over the tightly-bound bun of hair. "I've considered it, but I kind of like my look. It's just that I get mistaken as an adult a lot. It's worse at volleyball competitions...people think I've been held back a couple of years then."

Jolting suddenly, Asahi realized that he was just chatting leisurely with a staff member he didn't know. Waving his hand, Asahi smiled a little friendlier. "I'm Azumane Asahi! You work here at the school?"

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"Fierce eyes"? Well, he’d been told something similar before… Not that he could really help it. The ginger was rather an excitable person, easy to fire up… Raising his brows at this reply, Misaki couldn’t help but snort a laugh. "Really, only seventeen? Woulda pegged you for older, too," he replied, lacing his hands behind his head and grinning wryly. "Well, it has its upsides and downsides to it, being considered older or younger."

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"Y-yeah... I get that a lot." Laughing nervously, Asahi lightly scratched his cheek. "You'd think that being taken for older would be helpful at my age, but...it's actually sort of a bother." Asahi wanted to appear older, to an extent. He wanted to be perceived as...strong. Maybe fierce, like the staff member before him. But unfortunately, given his innate traits, he looked more like a troublemaker in his mid-20s.

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summertime despair ;; [open!]

The day was going well for Lobco so far! She had only tripped once, had just two birds poop on her and been almost run over just a couple of times! It was giving her a new outlook on life, like anything was possible!

No that definitely wasn’t case. Goddamn this city. It would be a surprise to her if she made it through the week..alive. But at least the red head could reward herself to some much needed rest, perhaps take some photos of the sunset with her brand new camera. All Lobco had to do was make it back in one piece—

Shabam. Woosh. Bang. Ouch.

Did she not see those stairs? Apparently not. It certain explains why she stumbled down half of them and proceeded to roll down the rest, being a seafood mess on the floor afterwards.

“Just gonna…curl up and die." who was she talking to, the pavement?

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It was a bright and sunny day in Toshi City, which meant that Asahi was playing volleyball. Well, any day was a volleyball day, unless he was sick or too tired from work. But today was great! Some receiving practice on campus with the others and a bit of serving practice... By now, Asahi was a bit tuckered out.

While on his way home, he decided to pass through the calmer part of the city. It was small, but Toshi City had a place where people mostly walked and sat along the sidewalk at restaurants. The atmosphere was good and there was a nice summer breeze. The environment was calm yet friendly.

Until someone came tumbling down the set of stairs he was about to ascend.

"Ah--!!" Asahi froze in shock once the girl landed practically at his feet. What exactly had happened..?! She came out of nowhere!

Hearing her weak voice, Asahi jolted with a startled noise and quickly set down his equipment bag, kneeling before the girl.

"A-are you okay?!"

#isebiso #t:summertime despair #[ bgm: summertime sadness ]

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Huh… so that meant this guy was a high school student? That seemed to be what was insinuated, and considering he was around the campus… Yata rubbed the nape of his neck slowly, blinking lazily. Two things that he was wrong about— the kid’s personality and his age. Oh, well. Cracking a grin, the ginger laughed and placed his hands on his waist. “That isn’t surprising. You’re pretty tall.” Compared to him, anyway.

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As the shorter male smiled, Asahi felt the tension he'd caused by his assuming stare melt away. Though this guy still gave off an intimidating sort of aura... Maybe it was his broad build. Asahi wouldn't say he was "short and stout," rather muscular. Plus, he had fierce eyes... "Oh, well, I'm...seventeen. Seventeen and a half, if you want to get technical..."

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Oh, that wasn’t really the sort of response he’d been expecting. Maybe this punk-looking guy wasn’t much of a punk after all. Face smoothing out, Yata quirked a brow and angled his head. He was kind of a scaredy-cat, wasn’t he? “…you’re wonderin’ about this, right?” he asked calmly, pulled at the shirt of his uniform. “I’m gonna be twenty-one in two days, y’know.”

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"Oh, my bad..." Looks like he'd been caught, though it was a little sad that the shorter male had jumped to the correct conclusion so quickly. It was just an assumption, but Asahi guessed that the ginger staff member was often questioned by his height. "I get that, too. Well, except I'm taken for being older."

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He kept a distance between them. Now for some reason, Yachi couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed in herself for appearing so scared. She’ll definitely have to work on it and make it up to Asahi next time. "Oh, it must be so! Now that I don’t live with my mom, I have to really tough it out like a college kid…" She sighs softly and gazes up at a Asahi. "If anything, home is just a bullet train away! Maybe we can get some of Coach Ukai’s meat buns!" And now that Yachi mentioned it, food did sound good right about now. So much so in fact, her stomach growled at the mere idea of a pork bun.

"E-ee….e-excuse me." Oh no!!!! H-how embarrassing!!

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The tension between the two seemed to smooth itself out and Asahi mentally sighed in relief. He was never good with a tense atmosphere, as most of his friends knew. Including Yachi... It was a little embarrassing.

Shoulders lax, Asahi laughed softly and nodded. "That's true! And we have our phones, so we can call home, too. Though...it's a little lonely here. I should have been expecting a feeling like this since I'm a third-year." Even though he moved, graduation was still right around the corner, it seemed. Unfortunately, even fewer of the old team was here with him. Suga was here, but Daichi wasn't.

It just felt incomplete to a sentimental sap like Asahi. Incomplete and sad.

Brought back to his senses by the growl of Yachi's stomach, Asahi was frozen in confusion for a moment before he chuckled. Waving his hand, he smiled at her. "If you're hungry, we can get something to eat?"

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Disregarding the oddity of his badge, Yata fumbled with his uniform to make sure nothing was out of place before catching someone eyeing him from afar. Eyes darting to the side, he squinted at the taller figure —was he some sorta punk?— before calling out, “Oi, what are you starin’ at?”

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"Er-- Um-- Eh.." Asahi jumped a little when he was addressed by the shorter male. Ah, he'd been staring... Arms stiff-straight at his sides, Asahi averted his eyes repeatedly before he got a handle on his words and replied. "Nothing-- N-not that you're 'nothing', I mean... Um, I'm sorry..."

#mi cha ki #ic #[ it's how my tagging is set up you nob ]#[ also stop yata ]

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"Dunno if I should be pleased or weirded out by how my work uniform still has the name badge on it…"

He hadn’t necessarily quit, but he hadn’t anticipated the school… keeping it.

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Short guy...wearing a uniform on campus? It was a staff uniform, too... He honestly looked like he was student, though?

#mi cha ki #ic #[ lmfao rekt ]

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W-wait why was he coming closer!? She froze, like a deer in headlights, and even though she knew Asahi was harmless even to mosquitos, she felt she was still overwhelmed by sheer height alone.

"Ah, I’m me! I mean—fine! I’m fine! How about you Azumane-senpai, what’s it like living here?"

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Noticing the girl's nervousness, Asahi stopped short, keeping more than arm's length of distance between them. What was she so...startled about? Feeling self-conscious, Asahi forced a smile and shoved his hands into his pants pockets.

"E-eh? Well, it's nice! Coming from a town in Miyagi, it's really busy and overwhelming here sometimes..."

#fugashistars #ic #[ oh-- also i'm sorry for not replying to your comment on my post! ;; ]

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”Azumane-senpai?! You’re here too?!” It was near impossible to not recognize the other. Most tall guys startled her but not quite so much as Asahi did. She wanted to go closer, just to make sure, but her shyness kept her put. “

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"Yachi-san!" Well, it was comforting to see the manager-in-training around! Waving his hand, Asahi approached while Yachi remained rooted in her spot, smiling as kindly as ever. "It's great to see you! How are you?"

#fugashistars #tcic #[ good work manager-mun-chan!! o7 ]

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an accident..! { asahi & mei }

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Work was getting a bit harder lately, with her debut coming up there in Toshi City. With being home schooled by a tutor who was hired by the agency and writing the last of her songs, Mei was at the end of her rope with stress. She would have asked the other idols in her apartment complex for help with the songs, but sadly they sang different style of music than Mei did. Maybe her roommate, Asako, was right, Mei needed some time to have fun or she’d go crazy. But what did people normally do?

She sighed as she walked he streets of Toshi. Maybe a home cooked meal with help her de stress. It had been a while since she cooked. Maybe she’d make enough for everyone in their building seeing as it was only the 3 members of STARISH, herself, and her roommate.

Walking into a store she wondered what she should get, maybe some fruit would be good too. It was getting warm out lately. Turning a corner she was too deep in thought to notice the male and collided with him suddenly.

Feeling her butt collide with the floor, her eyes closed shut upon impact. Man that hurt. She rubbed her side a bit where the small pain shot up. “Ouch.” she said. She suddenly heard a voice and her brown hues looked up at a male. Oh right, she bumped into him. “I’m alright. Sorry, I wasn’t paying any attention while I was walking. You aren’t hurt, are you?” She asked him. She noticed he was holding his hand out to her to help her up. She took it so not to make him feel bad.

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Ah, great. It was a girl. That made Asahi's stomach feel heavy.

Gently grasping the girl's hand, Asahi pulled her to her feet, careful to make sure he didn't get overzealous and yank her arm or anything. "No, no, I'm fine!" he said quickly, smiling nervously and releasing her hand. "I also wasn't watching where I was going, so again, I'm really sorry.."

The whole ordeal had the brunet's heart pounding against the inside of his ribcage and Asahi finally released a full breath. Pressing his palm to the back of his neck, Asahi tried to smile more naturally, though is continued to come out as apologetic. "Are you hurt?"

As if someone had smacked the back of his head, the tall male suddenly recalled the oranges, now spread out over the floor between himself and the lady he'd knocked over. Squatting suddenly, Asahi righted the crate he'd dropped and began putting oranges into it as quickly as possible.

"S-sorry!! Let me get these out of your way..!"

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an accident..! { open }

Asahi's new job was going well. Disregarding the wary looks he occasionally gained, the elderly women asking what he's studying in graduate school, and how children seemed to be scared speechless of him, Asahi otherwise was enjoying the store he worked for. It was small, quaint, and didn't draw large crowds.

That being said, Asahi often had time to maintain the floor. He busied himself during slow hours to readjusted stock on the shelves, clean, and move boxes. Presently, Asahi was doing the latter; a crate of oranges was in his arms as he stiffly wandered down an aisle. There were more oranges that should really be in the crate, forcing the brunet to keep his attention on the fruits as he shuffled toward their destination.

Just as the tall male was coming to the end of the aisle, someone rounded the corner swiftly and the two inevitably collided. Startled, Asahi's grip faltered and he stumbled, causing the crate to crash land on the linoleum floor, sending oranges sprawling over the aisle.