SHE'S STILL HIS STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE ☾☾ [TSUKISHIMA KEI X READER]

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- 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐃

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[THIRD POV]

ȯ JUNE 30, one day before she starts her six-month studying at Port Fraiser College
╚» (Y/N) lives in an apartment suitable for all of her needs; she is also given a card that allows her to buy things she needs/wants. 
╚» (Y/N) just finished her four-month job under one of the GIS associates, and she will now start her studying life at Port Fraiser College. 

It's been a couple of months since Kageyama (Y/N) had left Japan; now she lives in Australia. 

She had been working under one of the GIS (Global International Scholarship) associates in a small job that helped her get used to life in a new continent. 

Today was her last day in the office; tomorrow she would be walking (with the help of her caretaker/GIS associate, Mari) to Port Fraiser College, an exquisite school that is actually pretty hard to get into.

(Y/N) opens the door of her apartment, taking her shoes off and putting it beside her door. She closes the door behind her and locks it, sighing when she turns on the light.

Life in a different continent was... a struggle. She enjoyed her time in a whole different landscape, but she was also very homesick.

For the past few months, it's been nothing but a routine.

She'd wake up in the morning, get ready for the day, be escorted by Mari to the office, work for seven hours, eat dinner with Mari, and return home to sleep.

It was a rather sophisticated schedule because she didn't have much time to mess around; this scholarship was important to her, and she needed to do everything she can to make the most of it.

(Y/N) walked over to the small round table, setting her keys and bag down. She pulled her phone out and walked to the bathroom; she was going to fix herself up before she went to bed.

She did her usual routine, and when she was done, she went to her bedroom.

Her bedroom was a perfect size for her: there was a bed, a dresser, a closet, a desk, a nightstand- it basically was like her room back in Japan.

On her desk were cluttered stacks of papers she had been completing; even though school hasn't started for her, it didn't mean she should slack off. 

Mari had given her some extra work provided by the GIS for (Y/N); she had asked Mari for some sort of "homework" or just assignments in general that she could work on so that she doesn't lose her touch with literature. Granted, Mari admired her way of passion and gave her everything she needed; she also noted to the GIS about her perseverance in this program, which upped (Y/N)'s status in the scholarship (she didn't know that either). 

(Y/N) sat on her bed, taking her socks off and peeling the dress jacket she was wearing. Everyday, she wore the same thing; a white button up shirt, a black pencil skirt, and a black jacket. It was office attire, and she looked good in it.