debut“Rock, this will be your new secretary; Daiya Tachibana.”debut by Wiggerboo
The young man looked up towards the doorway, blue eyes peering over dark sunglasses as he took in the sight of his co-officer standing next to a young woman. He mused to himself while he drank in the sight of the young woman, who was most likely around his age; long dark hair with a purple tint with blunt bangs and angled forelocks framing her heart shaped face with large violet eyes behind round coke bottle glasses. She looked like she could collapse in fear and embarrassment any second, she was shaking like a leaf.
“Introduce yourself, Tachibana.”
She blinked, her cheeks burning scarlet and her hands that were clasped tightly in front of her were shaking violently while she tightened her grip. She sucked on her bottom lip, revealing a set of buckteeth peeking just past her deep pink painted lips.
“H-Hello... I hope,” She pauses before sucking in a shaky breath and giving her superior a
coffee dateThey had kept running into each other after that.coffee date by Wiggerboo
While not everyday, it was often enough for thoughts of 'fate' and 'destiny' would worm their way into Rohan's thoughts. No, these were just happy coincidences.
And it wasn't like the 'happy coincidences' he would have with Koichi either, where he would just happen to be walking by Koichi's house while just happening to go to that one store where he was happening to purchase that new comic that he definitely didn't start reading because Koichi was into it. He was just expanding his influences! He was a manga-ka after all!
He would run into Tomoko at the grocery store, the cafe, the bus stop and at the department store—where he learned that she had a penchant for black pantyhose and the fruity yet peppery perfume she wore on her neck and the back of her wrists was a Tom Ford affair and no, he did not read her to figure this sort of thing out. Surprisingly. Not that he was thinking about it or anything.
“Do you want to get a c
Smile“You dropped your pen, sir.”Smile by Wiggerboo
Rohan looked up, firing daggers at the owner of the voice—more so out of reflex than anything—who was a woman that was most likely older than him. Despite that fact, she didn't look that old and she was gorgeous; short night coloured tresses that framed a heart shaped face, deep red painted lips with a hint of a pout, almond shaped violet eyes framed by long eyelashes. Not that he cared. There was something familiar about this woman, it was something subtle yet it sat on the very tip of his tongue, he couldn't quite place it. It was almost infuriating.
“Thank you.” He's genuine about this of course, this woman had taken the time to pick up his pen for him and she was attractive but not that that mattered or anything.
She gives him a smile, and Rohan is once again hit with that pang of familiarity; where did he see that smile before? The way her nose slightly scrunches up and dimples appear on her cheeks is what catches hi