Warning. Swearing. So much swearing. This is literally what my internal dialogue sounds like.
"WHOOO HOOO! FUCK YEAH!!!" (Name) accelerated through the streets of her city on her brand new, shiny (color), moped.
You heard me. A moped.
Recently, (Name) and her friends had been out at a festival and noticed a raffle for a new moped in the promotion of some auto company. You can guess who won the moped.
Now we revisit (Name) in the present, clearly enjoying her new vehicle. She would've enjoyed it so much more if she had not hit a stranger with it in the very first hour of its use.
She had been racing through the traffic-packed streets when she spotted the pedestrian a second too late. She hit the brakes, but the moped went far enough to knock the stranger on his butt. Shit. Her parents would most certainly revoke her transportation privileges.
"I'M SO SORRY!" she half-shouted as she stumbled off of her moped to help her victim up off of the ground.
As the man looked up to acquire the identity of his aggressor, (Name) was slightly shocked to see that he wore no expression, had she slammed into a robot?
Her inaccurate train of thought was interrupted by the suspected robot, "It's alright."
(Name) was becoming alarmed at how calm he was. As she parked her moped on the side of the street and managed to get him to sit down, she insisted that she take him to a doctor, but he refused and did not show any other emotion to refute his previous monotone declaration.
"Please!", (Name) was so unsure of how to right her wrong when this man was so clearly insistent on the notion that he remained undamaged, "At least let me treat you to lunch or something, to make it up to you! I feel awful!"
The man with light blue hair shook his head, "I have to refuse, Miss. It was an honest mistake on both our parts."
(Name) sighed, "Are you sure?"
A pause.
"If you really feel bad Miss, maybe you could help me with a community service project. I don't want you to repay me, but if I can recruit volunteers, I'll take any chance I can get."
(Name) looked at her new acquaintance with a newfound curiosity, "What kind of community service?"
"Well, Miss, my name is Kuroko Tetsuya, and I work as a kindergarten teacher in a school in the center of the city. It's a little embarrassing to admit, but I need an assistant for a couple weeks. Please feel free to refuse, I realize how odd of a request this is."
(Name) smiled, "No, no. I... I think I'd love to do that. I'm (First Name) (Last Name). It's nice to meet you."
A ghost of a smile appeared on Kuroko's face, "Likewise."
To be continued!
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