#mxlev

It’s honestly really cute ♥

Minori’s bravest moment so far would have to be when she was just beginning to enter her own phase of teenage rebellion. She was only 13 then and she definitely looked like it, if not younger. Whenever Minori recalls the incident, she sees a younger version of herself, seeming far more confident — though feeling frail and slightly anxious inside — and angry at the world than she is now, snatching the pack of cigarettes from a known delinquent in the area and giving some cash in return. She sees her younger self in her old uniform, skirt an inch shorter than usual and thigh high socks on, with a stick of cigarette in-between her innocent lips. Whenever the current Minori looks back at those moments, she could only cringe in how much she’s trying to be edgy and someone she isn’t back then — not like her habit of smoking ceased, though.

Yura couldn't help but laugh softly, lifting her hand up to cover her mouth and try to hold the sound back, not wanting to embarass the male. She cleared her throat as well, brushing the long brown hair out of her face before she let out a soft hum. "I'm doing pretty well. It's been a boring day, actually... kinda gloomy and tiring." She stops herself when she realizes that she had been ranting, flashing the other her famous smile. "How about you, lovely sir? How are you? Oh-- I'm Yura, by the way!"

”What’s with that question, Nobu?” Mai pursed her lips into a thin line, refraining herself from laughing at such silly question. What else that could be other than her own shadow? “No matter how you see that. It’s definitely my own shadow, isn’t it–? An abrupt moment of silence quickly followed her lines, taking a closer look at the photo. “Yes... it has to be my own shadow. Nothing else.” But that’s not what she believed it was.

「 里  」          for the most part, minori is amused. ( ‘ he’s actually saying his thoughts out loud. hah! how hilarious and adorable at the same time. ‘ ) but then again, there’s confusion. ( ‘ is he referring to me or — ‘ ) nonetheless, the girl scoots closer to him and snaps her fingers twice or thrice to pull him off from his trance. “ you just said your thoughts loud and clear. are you okay? “ she presses a hand on his forehead then steps back. “ you’re not even that warm so no fever. wait, who were you talking about, anyway? she seems nice. “ obliviousness could easily be observed on her face although inside her mind, she half-knows, half-wishes that she really is that girl. minori is one conceited piece of shit with a skewed perception of compliments.

“I happened again, that was disturbing. I think I stared at her hips this time, I wonder if he noticed. I hope not. I should stop acting awkward when it happens. Am I being awkward just by thinking about it? Fuck. Get yourself together, Nakajima.”

So there she was now, standing nervously by the busy bridge Dotonbori, standing beneath the famous Glicoman billboard with her phone in hand, flipping it open and close as she waited for a friend’s message. They were supposed to meet two minutes ago, and now it was almost the third minute past one in the afternoon, leaving her to wonder whether or not her online friend truly wanted to meet up with her--well, she supposes it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if in the end, her said friend had decided to bail. They didn’t even know each other’s gender, having announced it as a “surprise”, and the most they know about each other for their meeting was the color of their clothes, hers being a “beige sweater top with brown lower.”