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Subtle Messages [Isogai x Reader]

"Dreams are a reflection of our heart's truest desires, cast inside a world full of illusion and folley."

Words are far more powerful than anyone truly realizes.

They are not a physical item you can hold in your hands, nor are they a visible phenomenon that you can explain with your eyes.

Words hold great power, becoming more potent and fierce the better you are with them.

The more you understand the power of words, the more you can do with them.

There are people who use words as a shield, while others use words as a weapon, cutting down their foes with quick and powerful strikes. There are even those who utilize the power of words to manipulate those around them, the most skilled able to do so without anyone ever noticing a thing.

Even the most resilient person can be disarmed with words, provided that the wielder knows just what words to use.

And yet, despite how powerful words are in the world, there are times where you just can't use them how you'd like. There are moments where you want to convey something, but you can't do it with words.

There are times where words are too strong, too cumbersome to use despite not having a physical shape or form.

It's rare, almost inconsequential moments to some, however, to (F/n), there are many moments where she's more comfortable to do without them.

But how do you convey without the mutual tool used by everyone else?

It was a cool, early autumn afternoon in downtown Tokyo, and a Friday, no less. The sun was a gentle caress against the cooler winds, drawing cats to sunbake, and children to play in the quiet streets.

The tall trees that stood proudly in the quiet streets were beginning to turn with autumn-coloured foliage, a vibrant sign to many that winter was beginning to approach. Many still held green leaves closer to their trunks, however in a matter of weeks, the leaves would all turn and fall from their branches.

It was a season that (F/n) found herself rather fond of, despite the fact that she wasn't comfortable with the cold.

(F/n) watched the autumn-clad world from the window of a cafe, just opposite a park adorned with many autumn-foliage trees. It was an European-style cafe, painted in soft earthen colours with polished wood floors, and comfortable armchairs around coffee tables. The soft smell of freshly ground coffee filled the air inside the quaint building, along with the faint scent of vanilla mixing with it.

Sitting in the booth at the furtherest table from the front door, (F/n) sat with her back to the wall, her chin propped up on an upturned hand as she watched the light slowly change colour outside, her other arm set comfortably on the table in front of her.

(F/n) attended a public school very close to this cafe, however due to her quiet disposition, she didn't really have what she'd refer to as proper friends. There were a couple of girls that were more of the fair-weather kind, but other than that, (F/n) was alone for the most part.

It didn't necessarily bother her; She rathered the comfort of nature and a quiet peace undisturbed by cumbersome words.

(F/n) came to this quaint little cafe at least twice a week. Every Wednesday and Friday afternoon, she was here by 4pm, and she whiled away the time until the sun had set and the world was illuminated by artificial light created by humans. During exam weeks, (F/n) would be here every afternoon to study, and once the tedious weeks were over, she'd return to her twice-a-week routine. She'd also visit if she had a stressful day at school, or if her parents were working away that night.