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【𝓜𝓲𝓽𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓲】

↠Fluff
↠Modern AU
↠Fem Reader

Word Count - 3635
Yoko Meshi - Published 10/17/20

Yoko Meshi: The peculiar stress of speaking a foreign language.
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Tightly gripping the large map in your shaky fingers, your eyes desperately scanned the contents to try and find a single clue to where you were and what way you were supposed to be going. It didn't necessarily help that the swarming sea of a crowd had been pushing and shoving you to that you helplessly bobbed along the streets, and just as you could recall the name of one avenue you had previously been on, yet another confusing turn greeted you.

Hopelessly dragging your briefcase of paperwork along with your handbag, you searched for any sign of the people who had arrived with you to this bustling city, or at least the moving truck that had the rest of your belongings. Recalling the stressful events of the day just to get where you were now, you regretted not taking a cab to your new home.

You had recently just received the call from your company that you'd be transferred to Osaka to permanently work at that location (at least for now)—because one: you were fairly new and young to the job so they had no trouble relocating you there with your flexible schedule, two: because you really had no family or relationships tying you to your previous home, and three: because you had a knowledge of the language so it wouldn't be a problem to adjust, right?

Well, it seemed that your previous studies of Japanese in grade school as well as the mandatory classes in college hadn't really helped at this moment. Luckily, you could make out the location you were supposed to meet up at on your map, but the occasional kyūjitai scrawled along the passing signs only confused your weary mind. This wasn't as easy as you had expected it to be.

Finally situating yourself along the edge of the street, you sat yourself down on a nearby bench to collect yourself, and attempt to put an end to this rather rough start. Jabbing a finger down at the location where you currently were, your nervous eyes jumped to find your newly rented apartment. Luckily it only seemed to be a few blocks away.

"So, I just crossed the river into the correct ward... It should be right next to the hospital, but where is it?" You mumbled out, flipping the map upside down as if it would help you search for any familiar landmarks. You were thankful that you at least ended up in the correct city.

Hopefully you could just wander around until you found the apartment, because as long as you were close, you would be able to find your way, right? Throwing the useless map down against your thighs, foreign curses left your tongue, and you were grateful the nervous passerby's hadn't a clue what you were saying.

Your legs crossed, painfully tight while you leaned back against the wooden bench. Maybe a few moments to calm yourself down will help diffuse this situation. Clutching your briefcase and bag close to your chest, afraid that it'd be stolen, your eyes fluttered shut and a deep inhale filled your lungs.

"Sumimasen!"

Startled at the sudden bubbly voice, your mind instantly comprehended the strangers greeting. You found a bit of comfort in the understood words. Blinking your eyes open, you gaped at the bright woman before you, a sparkle glimmering in her emerald eyes.

Finally noticing that she had gained your attention, the sight of your confused face only encouraged her to speak. The woman saw how you had been clutching awfully tight to the bags across your lap, and the crinkled map allowed her to assume you were in need of help.