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FUJISHIMA SATOSHI
↳ "Friendship isn't friendship unless the care between you is mutual." ↲
⌠ Fracture ▯ Midnight City ⌡
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◇ Yata Misaki - K Project
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #9D0A0F ▯ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #F16522
↳ "Friendship isn't friendship unless the care between you is mutual." ↲
⌠ Fracture ▯ Midnight City ⌡
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◇ Yata Misaki - K Project
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #9D0A0F ▯ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #F16522
Satoshi jumped slightly when he heard Natsuki talking to him and almost dropped his manga off the balcony, having been so into his reading that he hadn't noticed when his neighbor came outside. "Hey." Sticking his legs through the safety bars of his balcony, Satoshi swung them back and forth while trying to come up with a good conversation starter. "Hey, Natsuki-san, what topic did you choose for the essay that we turned in yesterday? I ended up writing seven pages about American culture..." He was actually rather curious about what kinds of things Natsuki wrote about. They had two different Literature classes together, and yet he'd never been able to read anything his senpai had written before, sadly.
In his head, Satoshi was debating whether or not he should share his special writing project with his classmate. After all, Natsuki was a writer like him, and Satoshi doubted the guy would make fun of his project. It would be nice to be able to share his work. Then again, it was still unfinished...
After a small debate, he decided against it, and instead made an effort to chat with his neighbor about other literature-related topics. Shakespeare popped up a couple of times, as well as Gail Tsukiyama and a couple other famous writers. Satoshi didn't want to make it obvious how much of a nerd he was when it came to literature, but he also realized that Natsuki was most likely the only person he knew who had the same interest.
Satoshi tried not to panic so much about what to say and just said what came to his mind, silently hoping nothing weird wuld come out of him.
In his head, Satoshi was debating whether or not he should share his special writing project with his classmate. After all, Natsuki was a writer like him, and Satoshi doubted the guy would make fun of his project. It would be nice to be able to share his work. Then again, it was still unfinished...
After a small debate, he decided against it, and instead made an effort to chat with his neighbor about other literature-related topics. Shakespeare popped up a couple of times, as well as Gail Tsukiyama and a couple other famous writers. Satoshi didn't want to make it obvious how much of a nerd he was when it came to literature, but he also realized that Natsuki was most likely the only person he knew who had the same interest.
Satoshi tried not to panic so much about what to say and just said what came to his mind, silently hoping nothing weird wuld come out of him.