I was awoken by an annoying beeping noise. Tumbling over to my side, I see my alarm clock beeping. Slamming my hand on the clock which almost broke. I stood up. I looked at myself in the mirror. My [Your hair color] hair was a mess. Tangles there, Hair sticking up over there, *sigh* I was a mess. I took out my brush in my vanity drawer and brushed my hair. After I wandered to my closet to find a pair of clothes. Today Taichi and I are going out to find an apartment to stay in. We graduated from Ouka High about a month ago and since then we have been dating. We also planned on going to Veludo Arts University like Kazunari and Banri. Then my phone rang.
Y/N: Hello?
Taichi: Hey Babe!
Y/N: Oh Hello, Taichi.
Taichi: I wanted to make sure you remember that we were gonna find a place to stay together!
Y/N: Oh course. I would remember Taichi.
Taichi: Just Making sure!
Y/N: Well see you then Taichi!
Taichi: See you Y/N!
Putting my phone down, I went to change. I planned on wearing a Black and White Striped Shirt, a cute yellow skirt, and some boots. I tied my hair into a ponytail then left my small apartment. I walked to the Mankai Company dorms which were a couple of blocks away from my small apartment. When I arrived I knocked on the door and stood there fiddling with my hands. Then the door opened.
Izumi: Oh! Hello Y/N! I'm surprised you are here on this beautiful Saturday.
Y/N: Well, I'm here to see if Taichi is ready to go look at apartments with me.
Izumi: Let me check.
I just stood there and waited for Izumi to come back with some news. Then I saw Taichi coming to the door.
Taichi: Sorry to keep you waiting!
He was wearing a pair of jeanes, hoodie and sneakers.
Y/N: Lets go!
I grade his hand and We where off.
Word count: 327 words
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Y/N x Taich
FanfictionThis is a little fan-fic that I wanted to write about my fav A3 Character Taichi! From the mobile game. Btw I have bad spelling and grammar so It will sound weird from time to time. This was inspired by @enjoythesesbooks! Check out their book called...
