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y/n stirred, her head pounding, and groaned, squeezing her eyes shut tighter against the ache that throbbed in her temples. all she wanted was to drift back to sleep, and escape the discomfort nagging at her body. she shifted slightly, searching for a softer spot, but no matter how she turned, a peculiar hardness pressed against her. this didn't feel like her bed at all. a faint breeze brushed her skin, and she became dimly aware of distant sounds—birds, murmured voices, a rustling nearby.
just as she was on the verge of ignoring it all, hoping to slip back into unconsciousness, a voice cut through the haze of her headache. "大丈夫ですか...?" the voice was soft but distinctly male, laced with concern. instinctively, she tried to brush it off, convinced that it was all just some vivid part of her sleep-deprived mind. but the voice persisted, unwilling to be ignored. "are you okay...?" the h/c-haired girl had a feeling that whoever was speaking to her wasn't going to leave until she gave him a proper response.
y/n then mumbled tiredly, "what...are you saying?" her words came out sluggish, one eye cracking open.
the bright daylight stung her vision, and she squinted, trying to make sense of her surroundings. trees towered above her, swaying gently in the breeze. she blinked, disoriented. outside? had she fallen asleep outside? her confusion mounted.
the boy's voice came again, this time in english. "oh, you speak english..." he sounded slightly relieved.
y/n turned, her brow furrowed as she gazed over her shoulder to find the source of the voice. standing before her was the same character from the cover of the video game she'd picked up—the one she'd played just before...what? passing out? her memory felt foggy as if the events from before were slipping through her fingers, but she was certain she'd been in her room.
now, though, he was right here in front of her, larger than life. he was tall, with shaggy pink hair falling to his shoulders, soft pink eyes that sparkled with something mischievous, and a series of piercings catching the sunlight—a labret stud, an eyebrow piercing, lobe piercings, even an industrial bar. his uniform was crisp, a traditional japanese school uniform with a dark blazer and slacks, though his was slightly rumpled, giving him a casual air. his expression was one of mild amusement as he watched her, hands tucked into his pockets.
she looked down and realized she was lying on a cobblestone street, her legs stretched out in front of her. the realization jolted her. 'how did i end up here?' y/n thought to herself but before she could even begin to piece things together, he broke the silence.
"i was trying to ask if you were alright," he repeated, a slight smirk playing on his lips. he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, then extended a hand toward her. "that was quite the tumble you took."
y/n hesitated but finally accepted his outstretched hand, and with one firm pull, he hoisted her to her feet. the moment she was upright, she felt the strange ache in her head ease just slightly. she took a cautious step, glancing around at her surroundings.
