Italic 。| jeunmiessi [Toji Fushiguro x Reader] COMPLETED

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Letting out a sigh of relief after unpacking the last of your belongings, you leaned onto the mattress and closed your eyes. It was the third time you moved apartments due to the emerging series of closing publishing companies. You kept losing your job as a creative writer as they started seeing the "literature" sections irrelevant nowadays.

Yumiko is woman who's quiet in persona, yet full of enthusiasm when it comes to writing. Poetry, story, satire, news, feature, name it. As long as you can write something of value to yourself, you will. However, the publication industry has gone worse just right after you graduated and has been job seeking since then.

Currently unemployed, you planned to take a rest and figure out things for a while. You decided to write creative pieces and articles in advance and submit it to whatever company that will employ you when the chance comes. However, with the location of your present apartment, it seems you will have a hard time doing so.

"I'm bored...," then another sigh escapes from you. You grabbed your new keys and went to buy your first set of groceries for your fridge. You were almost short on cash that will probably last up to 2 weeks still. After a few minutes of walking on the streets, you stumbled upon a convenience store. The only convenience store in town. You walked inside and saw a variety of products, and a lot of customers as well. You picked up whatever you might need the most.

Canned goods.

Noodles.

Bottles of Water.

Rice. (Of course)

You were looking for something extra when you noticed a tall man, wearing a full-body coat and  a neck length of straight dark-ish hair. His height was supposedly the only thing that differs him from everyone, but the aura that the guy gives was peculiar, making any person avert their gaze towards him. You picked up some chips then went to the line. There was only one person standing between you and the tall man, and he was totally enormous.

After he paid, he went straight out of the convenience store and your gaze followed him. It was not admiration. It was curiosity.

"Strange, isn't he?," the cashier suddenly said. He had a name tag saying "Kyle". "That man's a family member of a well-known clan here in the city."

You just nodded at the cashier looking nonchalant but a little satisfied to know a bit of information about him deep inside. You paid for your groceries then headed home. You did not cross paths with the man on your way home and tried to convince yourself that you didn't care about it at all but your heart was failing your emotions about the situation.

Feeling troubled with the confusing feelings wandering inside your chest, you sat down and took out a pen and paper and started writing, him being the first topic in your thoughts.

'Troubled in silence yet loud emotions.'