Remember The Pact Of Our Youth

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hello readers! i've had this idea floating around in my head of a model/designer au and finally sat down to write it. im also writing this from my computer instead of my phone to see if the change improves my writing somehow. thank you so much for stopping by and i hope you enjoy.

the story title is a reference to A Place Further Than the Universe, a favorite anime of mine for a while now. i definitely recommend it.

the title of this chapter is a quote from Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths








At just 19 years old, Kurapika was one of the most well known trend setters in Yorknew

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At just 19 years old, Kurapika was one of the most well known trend setters in Yorknew. Critics believed they were either the revolution of fashion or the bane of their existence. Of course, no matter how many 'genZ are lazy snowflakes' insults are thrown at them, they push through, insulting Instagram's algorithm along the way.

What brings us to today, a sunny Friday at about noon, mid-January 40 degree weather seeping through their knitted sweaters, is the subject of their career. Someone finally answered their ad.

The person in question had a soft tone of voice over the phone, soothing Kurapika's nerves despite not even trying. They were apparently a photographer, their portfolio full of breathtaking scenery and the natural beauty of their peers from college. Many of the photos featured one subject in particular. They looked older than them, early twenties-ish, with broad shoulders and a handsome jaw. Kurapika found themselves admiring not just the lighting, but the way the subject's shirts would tug against their muscular chest.

Yes, Kurapika was quite taken with this mystery person, but they are professional. Besides, it's not like they would be modeling for them. Kurapika let their (hopefully) future coworker decide on a place to eat. It's a crowded pizza restaurant, with an old school aesthetic that isn't too in your face about it. It works much like your average Subway, where you go down a line to pick your toppings and pay when you get to the end.

One of the workers smiled at them, their name tag saying Menchi. "What can I get for you?" She asked. Despite the obvious uniform, she somehow managed to get away with fishnets under her t-shirt and ripped jeans.

Kurapika had obviously never been there, so they opted for a small pizza and sprite. She kept asking for very specific toppings, utterly confusing Kurapika that there are so many choices for what they just called 'red sauce.'

Her coworker, Buhara, leaned over her shoulder. "You're gonna scare 'em off, Menchi. Just let them order."

Menchi stuck her tongue out at him playfully before turning back to Kurapika. "Is that all?"

"Yes, thank you," Kurapika paid for the food, braving the crowd to find this Melody person.

She was surprisingly easy to find, what with her large hat that kept falling into her eyes. She looked to be in her mid to late twenties, short, and a bit on the bigger side. She wore non revealing clothing, though from the neck up Kurapika can see she has burn scars. Her hair looked to be grey from a distance, but upon closer inspection it is peppered with red strands.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 03, 2021 ⏰

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