You were never very good at making friends. It wasn't that you were an unlikeable person, in fact when most people got to know you they seemed to really enjoy your company. No, the reason you weren't too good at making friends was because you were a huge introvert, and you preferred to stay shut inside, watching anime or something. You weren't always an introvert though. When you were a very little kid your parents died and you grew up with just your grandmother and older sister, though after the death of your parents you were never the same, you were afraid of getting closer to people, simply afraid that they'd be taken away. You are now 20 years old and you are moving to Japan, accompanied by your only family members, where you hope to get away from your old life, a life only filled with staying inside and staying alone. Though the move was your grandmother's idea, you were still a little excited on the inside though you refused to show it. But the little spark of curiosity would have never prepared you for the one charming man you were about to meet. ----------------- This is a female reader x karamatsu fic, though anyone of any gender may read it of course. (It's only female insert because I'm stupid and always forget to add gender neutral inserts)

The music business was a tough job, but you were up for the challenge. You spent your whole life playing and creating music, because it was your passion. Music was what made you, you, and you kept it close to your heart. But, when your mother gets in a severe car accident and passes away, your father decides to take a plane to Switzerland, to get away from his old life. Deciding to go with him, you attempt to follow him to his destination but end up getting on the wrong plane, and you end up stranded in Tokyo Japan, knowing absolutely no Japanese, and with no money to return to your father. The only thing you have with you is your small, portable ukulele. Stranded in Japan, you decide to try and play music on the side of the street to raise enough money to return to your father's side. But, when a certain man in a green hoodie finds you playing your music on the side of the streets, it's clear your music isn't the only thing he admires. -------------- Are ya'll ready this is gonna be some fluffy AF shit right here. Same as the first story, this is female reader x Choro, but anyone of any gender may read, I just forget to add gender neutral pronouns. I had a C in English class this year for a reason, I forget to add shit like that. ENJOY~