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located in Tokyo, a part of Kiss Cry Love, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Yumiko Nakahara Character Portrait: Masaaki Yamada Character Portrait: Kayo Fujiwara Character Portrait: Touya Watari
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"Ya haven't called in a while."

Yumiko's mood immediately brightened at the sound of that all too familiar voice. She knew his words were true, but that was because she was hurt and discouraged.. Her father only agreed to let her move to Tokyo because it was becoming painfully obvious to everyone in town that she missed Touya, but also because he trusted Yumiko in the big city as long as Touya was around, even if it was Tokyo. She didn't care that his tone of voice wasn't nearly as excited as she had felt. She didn't care, because the moment she heard his voice, the world was right for her again. She even completely let her molestation slip her mind, which was a feat in itself. It was hard to see past what had happened to her, but with Touya on the other line, she felt like everything would be fine.

"It's nice to speak to be able to speak again though, Yumiko-chan. You... are still there, aren't ya?"

"H-Hai! I didn't expect you to answer at this hour.." She replied back with a sheepish laugh, biting her bottom lip. She could feel her heartbeat fluttering just from hearing his voice, "A-actually, I called to let you know I've moved to Tokyo to continue my Art studies.. I just settled in tonight." She explained, hoping that a year was enough time between his departure and her own arrival. She didn't want him to feel stalked, even if that's exactly what she was doing. Her eyes shifted to the bedroom door, worrying that her new roommate would interrupt her call, but reminded herself that the door locked, so she was safe behind the wooden door. Or so she let herself believe, "Were you busy..? I can let you go.. I know it's late." Yumiko added nervously, but immediately wanted to slap herself in the face. It was times like this that kept her from confessing. When it came to Touya, she could not be selfish, at least not as much as she should have been to get her point across. Although she wished to confess to him, she was always looking out for his wellbeing, and was content with being close to him, but when he moved the entire order that she had come to expect, her submission to the friendzone, it was all off the table. She had to confess or else she would risk losing him to someone else, if she hadn't already, "Oh! Did you land a girlfriend yet? You were pretty popular back home, whether you accept that or not.." She was definitely referring to herself as well. She remembered several other girls chasing after Touya. She never dreamed she would be the one to physically chase after her best friend.

Then she checked the time, realizing it was she who had to go. It broke her heart to hang up on him, but she had to in order to get enough sleep, "Actually, I have to go, but I hope that we can meet up sometime. Good night, Watari-kun!" She exclaimed before hanging up. The rush of speaking to him was enough to keep her awake, so she moved to her writing desk to draw today's events so she could add them to her manga journals. She named her roommate Yuuma, seeing as she didn't know his real name anyway and the fact she gave everyone a different name. As she drew out everything that had transpired, even how he'd touched her, she put the books away inside of the dresser and went back to the bed.

Time Skip:

Date: February 9th (Tuesday) , 2016

Weather: Sunny with a slight breeze.


Yumiko took a shower, albeit very quickly and put her school uniform (Check the OOC! It's in the tab we never use to communicate! It also has the college uniforms as well!!!) on in record time. She woke up at five A.M. just to avoid running into her roommate, but she wasn't sure what time he woke up either, so it was honestly just a shot in the dark. When she realized the coast was clear, Yumiko slipped out of the bathroom leaving a strawberry and vanilla scent behind. She tiptoed to retrieve her school bag and art supplies from her room, then locked her bedroom door behind her. She carefully made her descent to the first floor, carefully looking around to make sure her new roommate could not sneak up on her. Once she met the tiled floor, Yumiko let out a relieved sigh and made a beeline for the door and the elevator soon after. She went down the elevator in silence, proud that she managed to slip away without incident, but she doubted she would be so lucky that evening. She put on her shoes in the elevator, seeing as she didn't want to delay her escape by fooling with them sooner.

After the doors opened to reveal the ground floor of the complex, she saw the landlord, her eyes slightly narrowing. Although it was not this woman's fault, Yumiko had to deflect some of her anger at someone or she'd simply explode."How did you sleep? Did you enjoy Yamada-kun?" The landlord teased, the innuendo passing over Yumiko's head.

Yumiko shrugged her shoulders, "Not what I expected. He's a little... Self righteous." She responded before leaving the apartment complex. Yumiko walked the bustling streets towards her school, using google map to find the location more easily. Once at school, Yumiko received her class schedule, cringing when she noticed that she had choir and theater as classes as well as digital art, history of art, a practical drawing class and a practical painting class. While she would enjoy the art classes, she had never sang or acted before. She even had a dance class, but that was only on Fridays. She let out a sigh and found her locker to put her bag away, seeing as Choir would be her first class of the day. I-I don't know if I can sing... she leaned against her locker, then went outside to the courtyard. It seemed a college was connected to her school, so she decided to check it out, at least from the outside. She was amazed by it's architecture, smiling a bit, "So when I graduate, I just switch over to this school?" She stated under her breath, sitting by the fountains at the college while she waited for time to pass, seeing as she was incredibly early. She shivered a bit, seeing as the high school uniform did not have sleeves, instead it was more like a tank top with a dangling strap on both arms. Although cute, it did not repel wind that well. She still had her class schedule in hand, although it was no longer crisp paper. The page had wrinkles due to her anxiety. How was she expected to sing when she had never done so before?