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this blog is super old but i wanna try reviving it bc my favorite manga now has an anime so:

if you’re willing to rp w/ a komi shouko from the hit animanga komi can’t communicate / komi san wa komyushou desu hit that like/reblog button and i’ll check out your blog n rules!

life: (takes the worst possible turn)

@shoukcz // starter call.

“Oh, sorry!” He says upon bumping into the girl. “Didn’t see you there.” He really should start paying attention to where he’s walking.

the sudden collision startles her and it’s only enough to have her take a step or two back. she’s fine, though. just caught off guard. she looks to the person who has ran into her, bowing her head slightly before taking out a small notebook and writing. after a moment, she holds it up.

‘ it’s okay. i didn’t mean to be in the way. i apologize. ’ 

she writes. she though, pauses for a moment before taking a moment to add more.

          ryoken  is  patient,  standing  comfortably  with  one  hand  over  his  hip,  as  he  takes  in  each  of  the  girl’s  responses.   though  not  something  one  would  expect  by  his  physique,  he’s  not  the  most  healthy  (  ——  or  picky,  for  that  matter  )  when  it  comes  to  food.   but  all  in  all  he’s  careful  with  what  he  does  eat,  health  limitations  and  all.

❛     ramen  darou?     ❜     comes  the  words  repeated,  spoken  quietly  -  to  himself  rather  than  to  her.   the  name  seems  familiar,  he  thinks,  he’s  probably  passed  by  it  a  few  times  before.      ❛      i  don’t  mind  so  much  if  it’s  oily.     ❜    food  was  food  and  frankly,  ryoken’s  ingested  much  worse.  anything’s  a  step  up  from  a  couple  fries  and  some  hot  dogs  from  a  health  hazard  of  a  hot  dog  stand  -  which  is  precisely  what  he’s  been  eating  for  the  better  part  of  his  short-lived  adulthood.   mindful  eating?   nutritional  value?   those  aren’t  things  he  has  time  to  think  about,  not  when  there’s  things  to  be  done.      ❛     thank  you,  directions  would  be  nice.  i  much  prefer  that  to  the  alternative.     ❜      the  alternative  being  googling  it,  which  he’d  rather  not  have  to  do  if  he  doesn’t  have  to.   he’s  quick  to  speak  again,  trying  to  save  some  time  of  her  needing  to  write.      ❛    feel  free  to  lead  the  way,  you  don’t  have  to  respond.     ❜

hearing the restaurant's name repeated, she gives a nod, even if it wasn’t necessarily directed at her, a confirmation of the name is better than leaving it up in the air for question, right?

there is a momentary glimpse of glee in normally nervous eyes when he thanks her for and tells her to lead the way. she almost goes to write on her notebook, but she doesn’t have to, he says. with that she gives a nod and begins walking, sending a glance back to make sure that he would begin following. when she’s sure that he is, she faces forward, continuing on.

after a moment of silence, even with the comfortable confidence that she had found something suitable and was even directing him to the little restaurant, she can’t help but feel a bit restless. perhaps it was because she wasn’t used to actually guiding people places? or was it just the confidence bubbling and boiling over into urging her to continue “talking”? Either way, a quiet voice comes from her.

wishes in particular are a sort of intimate kind of thing to komi. to wish something on new years or on the chance that you do come upon a wishing well is a special moment that you shouldn’t have interrupted.

and it’s really only by chance that when she stumbled upon said wishing well, someone else had already been in the middle of making their wish. to which, komi decided the best source of action would be to leave them alone for the moment. she would always be able to come back to it! she could even show her.. handful of friends (something she could definitely say with more confidence now) and they could all take turns.

yes, that’s something she can do! and that was her last thought on that, she decided as she turned to leave quietly and let the other finish their wish. ...that is until she hears a faint voice calling out for her.

upon being called out to, komi stiffens and stops in place. out of habit, she tucks a lock of long black hair behind her ear, sending a glance back to the voice calling out to her. at first glance (ironically), it comes off as if she is glaring. that is completely not the case. her face has just stiffened. there is no wrinkle in her brow or down-turned lips, just a confused face from a even more concern girl who has assumed the worst is going to happen. 

Eyes scan the book curiously, reading the words she shows him. 

“….But why? Now I want to understand this more. What makes them want to put such a thing in their mouth if they do not think it is tasty?”

Children are already confusing him it seems. 

“Just because something looks nice doesn’t mean it should be swallowed…?” His gears are literally whirring trying to figure this all out.

‘ sometimes it is out of curiosity. other times... there are phases throughout children’s lives where sometimes they have a thing that they may like so much that they have an urge to put it in their mouths. quite literally... i feel like that may be the reason why. ’ 

she really did take a moment to write all of this on her notepad. she even looks a little bit proud to be able to explain this to him! especially when presenting the notepad.

‘ this is true. and this is why some packaging say that if there are small pieces it may be a choking hazard to small children. who tend to put things in their mouths. ’