#plasticsho

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The elevator up to the music store was unusually crowded today as Shuuka stepped in, red headphones round her neck, bowing her head several times and muttering “sumimasen” under her breath. She managed to fit her slender frame in with just enough of a personal bubble around herself to be comfortable. Just as the doors were about to close, a boot appeared between the chrome doors, forcing the automatic doors to slide open again as a new occupant stepped into the already cramped space. What little was left of Shuuka’s personal space was taken up as the man squeezed his way past her to find a comfortable standing spot, his arm brushing uncomfortably close to her own arms which she kept crossed in front of her chest. A small frown appeared on her face, and she couldn’t help the small “tsk” that escaped her. The doors finally closed, and she wished for the ride to be quick so she could get out of the space as soon as she could. 

There’s plenty of ways! She visits Tokyo a lot. They could bump into each other on the street, she could be lost and stop him for help, they could meet at a conbini when one of them takes the last bento or piece of fried chicken the other one was reaching for. If he ever travels to Kyoto, he could meet her at the shrine she frequents, or see her at a festival or meet her while she’s playing music in the park.

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