continuation from the last one. sorry its just been masamune aisjdhsid
wanted by 107dlr
(y/n) was supposed to be in Japan for two weeks. she had met the famous man on her second day.
considering the size of Tokyo, it wasn't likely she would ever see him again in person. but everywhere she went, his face was plastered on billboards, along with other men, seemingly also baseball players.
she was constantly reminded of their encounter, and she found it slightly reassuring that they would probably never meet again. but she was also saddened by that fact.
she would give almost anything to look into his piercing navy eyes. to talk to him one more time. but, she didn't know what she would do if she saw him again.
so, she went about exploring Tokyo. she ate almost strictly from vending machines so she didn't have to order her food in choppy Japanese. she thought the signs for trains and buses were gonna be a bit harder to get down, but surprisingly a lot of them had the english translation next to it so it wasn't the biggest deal.
just this once though, she had decided to go to this small cafe with an English name. she thanked whatever was in the sky when she walked in, finding everything in English and Japanese.
it was surprisingly packed in there. the line wasn't long, but almost every seat was taken by someone.
she shrugged it off, thinking a table would free up by the time she got her drink.
wrong.
there was no free tables when she got her drink, and so if she wanted to sit down she would have to share a table. this wasn't looking good.
(y/n) scanned the room and found a booth by the front window that only had a man sitting in it. he looked immersed in looking at a book. she figured, hey, why not? he looked around her age and she wouldn't bother him much if she sat down. it would be worth asking if the seat was taken.
so she wandered up and tapped the man on the shoulder.
"uh, excuse me. is this, um, seat. . taken. . ?" the way she said it definitely gave away that she was foreign.
"no, its not," he said curtly.
"alright, thank you." she bowed her head slightly and slid into the seat across from him. (y/n) took a sip of her drink and nearly choked on it when she saw the face of the man she was sharing a booth with.
it was the fucking baseball player. just her luck.
she didn't know if he recognized her at all. he didn't seem to when she asked him about the seat.
is this destiny? she asked herself. probably not. its just a coincidence.
she took a small peek at what he was reading because he seemed very into it. it looked like a scorebook. he just reads those on the fly? he's really dedicated.
(y/n) desperately wanted to say something to him, but she didn't know what to say.
"is there something you need?" he asked suddenly. her head shot up, face flushing as she met his eyes.
"oh, no. sorry." she looked down at her cup. is that seriously all i can come up with up? why can't i talk to him?
it was silent at their table for a while. he was still intensely reading his book and she mindlessly stared at her drink.
so she figured, hey, wouldn't this be a fine time to practice her Japanese with someone who was fluent? sure, he might not respond but it was worth a try. she just had to get her pronunciation down.
