Chiaki Nanami, the class 77-B representative. Serious and realistic, yet positive and quite laid back, compared to a lot of her other classmates. Even as she was often stuck in her games, she still made time to hang out with people. One of them being Hajime. He would watch as she became entranced in her retro games, with an deep love for it he'd never truly know why. Even with her mild attitude she still held an air of mystery, never going into too much detail about her past. One of the many things that made her so interesting, Hajime supposed. He sat a bit from Chiaki at the fountain, gently kicking his legs about while he gripped the edges, leaning back, his hair nearly missing the rushing water behind him as he got himself in proper position to sit back. Her easy coming smile, and shining pink mauve eyes, glassy just from how intently she had stared at the screen. She was easily lovable. She was perfect.
She pursed her lips, lost in thought as she continued to play the game with ease even if her mind wandered elsewhere. That awkwardly tense moment lingered for a bit, until Hajime gingerly tapped her on the shoulder, her pausing for just a second and finally ending her long winding streak, which, without missing a beat, he promptly apologizes.
"A-ah. Sorry Nanami-chan. ." He smiles sheepishly, his normal, cold attitude diminishing around Chiaki.
"It's alright." She responds to him warmly, without giving him a second to explain himself. "We should have been talking anyway, right?" She grins, closing her eyes and putting the console to her side. Hajime, one of her best friends, right by her side.
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Hearts of gold
FanfictionIt's easy to tell fools gold from real isn't it? Pyrite is hard, far harder to scratch. Gold is soft, and can be damaged rather easily. Chiaki. . such a sweet girl, some would say she had a heart of gold, really. Hajime was none of that, a harsh, b...
