𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓪 | 𝓼𝓱𝓾𝓳𝓲 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓶𝓪 |

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[I'm identifying L/N Y/N as asian who have a pale skin. I'm really sorry if i offended people with dark tone skin. I, myself is a dark tone Filipina, an asian ofc. I wanted my character to play as a pale japanese to fit on what i exactly think she is and again, I'm really sorry if you guys find my writings racist or offensive. If you guys don't want to read you can now stop reading, I'm not gonna beg you.]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 : 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟

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"l/n y/n.. 17." forcing herself to show her beautiful smile towards the oldie judge in front of her.

a minute passed but still, the judges are still mumbling to each other, making the (h/c) haired girl start to slightly tap her foot on the ground again and again in boredom.

as soon as she heard the old woman clears her throat, she quickly straighten her back, looking at them hoping she would get pass as a model.

"body's nice, hair's nice, skin's nice, face pretty but--" the old woman stopped, making y/n gulp in nervousness.

but what?

"but short... next!"

her straighten back soon fell, walking through the exit to get her clothes cause she's only wearing her undergarments right now.

she's not disappointed. to be honest, she doesn't really like the thought of being a model but.. it's her beloved mother and father's choice.

"don't worry sweetheart... there's still plenty of company's making auditions. you'll get what you want someday.." her mother said, as she ran her palm on to her (h/c) hair.

hope you realize that's not what i want..

as they exit the bulding, walking where her mother parked her car.

"where's our car?! oh my god?!" her mother screamed in shock, after not finding where her car is.

(h/c) haired girl's still not bothered by it. she looked around the street and saw a car that looks like their car, driving far from them.

"there..." y/n said. pointing where the car is while looking at the plate number.

her mother immediately look where she pointed out, yelling in rage as she started to ran to chase the car.

y/n then rolled her eyes, literally done by her mother.

"don't run! we both know you won't get a chance to get near on a speeding car! mom!" she yell calling for her mom.

"geez!"

...

"hey!! thought you ain't goin' to school today!" shiba hakkai greeted, as he walk with her side by side.

y/n sighed, probably done not because of her mother, but also because of this fashionable famous guy named hakkai. and plus, she had to wake up at 4 freaking am for the early audition. like... who wouldn't get a what-the-fuck day right?

"well i am. now shoo! shiba." she said before quickly turning to the other hallway, leaving hakkai alone, pouting.

hakkai's her neighbor. and also childhood playmate. not friend, cause he annoying as fuck. she doesn't like him. plus, he's a gangster.

y/n doesn't really like people. so does her life. she's not happy about what her life's been doing. she knows this ain't normal. she feels and knows it ever since she's at the age of seven. too young right?

the scribbling sound hakkai's making annoys her. this is just great! so great.

"hey.. want me to stab that stupid pencil to your eye?" she asked, looking at him coldly.

hakkai looked at her shocked.

"what? did my pencil do you wrong?"

y/n sighed, realizing she's kinda mean today. kinda?

class ended soon, making the (h/c) haired girl quickly exit the school's building.

woah... weather's kinda good today huh?

"it'll rain." she mumbles as she walk, smiling while looking at the gray sky.

she's weird. gray skies is the definition of nice weather for her.

as soon as she bring her head back to look where she's walking, she suddenly stopped, looking at the familiar car that's parked under the tree.

her head tilted, not confuse. but looking carefully at the tinted window glass if ever there's a person inside her mom's car.

as soon as she's sure that there is a person inside the car, she immediately walk towards where the driver's sit is.

she doesn't care even if the driver knows her face and run over her. she just don't really care.

she carefully knocked three times. the window quickly opened, revealing a skinny ass long hair guy with a blond highlights on his hair.

as the window opened, a thick ass motherfucking smoke hit her pale face, but that still didn't make her cold face to do a random angry reaction or what so ever.

she smelled the smoke. it's a cigarette. with a little bit of alcohol breath.

"are you drunk?" the first thing she said, looking at the drunk guy who's now about to puff again to a cigarette bud, and quickly blow onto her face for the second time while smiling like a stupid bitch.

"drunk." y/n answered herself, nodding.

she then get her flip phone to call the cop not until she think of something.

thinking of not calling the police and just let this drunk guy on his good time.

"oh so you're not going to call the cops?" the guy asked, looking at her smiling.

y/n glanced back at him, smirking back.

"no. waste of time. see ya." she said, before turning her back.

"wait!"

y/n turned at him, looking at him confused.

"name's hanma.. what's yours?"

y/n, who's now having her nose red because of the cold, smirked.

"name's smoke puff..." she answered, waving her hand while facing her back on him, walking away.

"what the fuck... that's weird." drunk blonde highlights guy said, frowning. probably believing that this girl's name was fuckin' smoke puff. drunk momentos i guess.