Paper Romance(Nijimura Shuzo x reader)

(Chapter 4) Money is Priceless

NOTE: (y/ln) = your last name

(y/fn) = your first name

(y/hc)= your hair color

(y/hl)= your hair length

(y/ec)= your eye color

(y/fc)=your favorite color

(y/dc)=your dress color

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Nijimura had returned home disappointed and frustrated after the party.

Even a week later he continued to be upset.

Nijimura spent the entire school week absorbed in his thoughts.

Did he meet (y/fn)?

Who was the girl he was with?

She was just a girl, why couldn't he stop thinking of her?

The moments they spent together haunted him. His dreams contained images of starry (y/ec) eyes. The steps he took were to the beat of ballroom music. Every flash of (y/dc) reminded Nijimura of the night. He just couldn't escape it. Everywhere he went he thought of you.

"Why am I thinking of this girl? I didn't attend the ball for girls I came to get money!"

"Nijimura my son, what is on your mind?"

Nijimura had slipped into another (y/fn) induced trance. His father's voice lifted him out of his thoughts.

"Nothing father... I just have a lot on my mind..."

"You have a girl on your mind Shuzo."

His eyes widened. How did his father know that. Even then he shouldn't be thinking of girls he should be thinking of money.

"Go see her...," his father coughed.

Nijimura couldn't deny his father, so he left the hospital.

There was nothing he could do. He didn't know the name of the girl he longed to see and he didn't know what the girl who could cure his father looks like.

Nijimura walked straight to the source of all his problems. He stood before the (y/ln) residence once again.

He stared at the mansion with memories flashing in his head.

"State your business here sir," a gatekeeper spoke.

"I... I-," Nijimura paused, he didn't know what to say or what he was doing here. In reality he came here looking for the mysterious girl who spent the night with him, but at the same time he was here to woo the girl who held the money he needed.

"I came to talk business with Mr.(y/ln). I am the heir to the Nijimura company."

The gate keeper nodded his head and allowed Nijimura into the mansion.

A maid then escorted Nijimura inside the mansion.

Once again Nijimura was faced with marble floors, gold trimmed columns, Greek statues, and frescos.

"Mr.(y/ln) is in the parlor sir," the maid said politely leading Nijimura to the parlor.

Nijimura then entered a large open room. Comfy Victorian couches and impressive pieces of carved furniture was laid out upon the place. A beautiful Persian rug laid underneath a carved coffee table. Then at this table sat the head of the (y/ln) household. Behind him were large glass walls that held French glass doors leading to the garden Nijimura had met the butterfly girl in.