I N D I E O C - S E M I S E L E C T I V E
;;Shinya Matsuoka - 24 Years Old - Florist
;;Penned by Hime
;;18+ only please! Potential triggering and NSFW content present.
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A B O U T || R U L E S || A S K
" i made you some dinner, if you're able for it... "
❝ Dinner?? For me?? Really?? ❞ His voice betrays how surprised he is by the offer, and he finds himself staring at her. Dark lashes batting slowly as he attempts to piece together how they had got to this point and if it was okay for him to accept. His stomach grumbles; answering for him, and he can’t stop the heat warming his cheeks. Well he wasn’t getting out of it now then. Was he?
❝ Well as long as you’re okay with it...and you have enough for me. Then I guess I’ll happily take you up on that offer.❞ Shinya replies gingerly, while lightly resting a hand on his stomach. Almost as if he’s trying to shut it up. ❝ What are we having?? ❞
lachrymosestorm·:
‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥ ·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̩̩̥·̩̩̥̩̩̥˚̩̥̩̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ [Text: Shinya] I quite like Italian food. There’s a cute place not that far from here if you’re interested. She also attached the address. They had the best pasta dishes and it had been quite some time since she had a good pasta dish and she was excited to try again. She soon stretched and yawned as she casually made her way into the bathroom as she worked on touching up her make up and making herself look presentable. He still had to say yes, but she figured she’d go out either way. Dez didn’t like to stay home too often.. Walls were quite suffocating and she preferred to be outside where she could breathe. So she would continue to get ready either way.
Seeing the name and address of the restaurant pop up he gives a nod of his head, only to be seen himself. He recognised that place, it had come up in a few conversations with his clients and even his brother at one point. A simple response is sent back to her...A thumbs up emoji and ‘see you in 30 mins?”‘ Shinya doesn’t wait for a reply either, getting up and heading towards the coat he had been staring at.
Throwing it over his shoulders and slipping his hand through the sleeves, he heads out the door with a quick yell to his brother and a flip of the sign to CLOSED. Even if he walked he would still be there with plenty of time to spare, but he needed to burn off his anxiety energy. Then again he’d rather be early than late.
A while late he arrives and instead of entering he stands awkwardly by the door way and looking down at his feet. Every time someone passes he does peek up to catch a glimpse of their face before staring at his shoes again. Inside a server does seem to watching him with a scowl. Perhaps he’s scaring customers away?
" hey... who did this to you? "
❝ I...I don't know. ❞ He groans while pressing his head against the wall. Despite the coolness of the bricks it does very little to soothe his wounds. A large purple red bruise swelling on his cheek, lip split and bleeding and a meagre lump forming on his crown. ❝ They just came out of nowhere and instead of just handing my wallet over...❞ Shinya gives moan of pain, his eyes barely open. ❝ So I guess they took it by force. ❞ Dragging his knees closer to his chest he tries to pull himself into a sitting fetal position. In doing so it reveals his coat pocket completely torn off, only a receipt sticking out.
Silence falls over him while he attempts to catch his breath. Finally he opens one eye to look up at the bystander who had stopped to check on him. ❝ Doesn’t matter now ...I guess. How bad does it look? ❞
" oh, honey, you're shaking... let's get you a blanket, yeah? " // from Alex!
It had begun raining a while back, but he had dragged himself along the streets regardless. Around him the water fell thick and fast. Heavy enough for a rumbling noise to echo off the tops of cars and splashing sounds every time a puddle was disturbed. Still slowly he makes his way towards Alex’s home. Normally he would have called in advance or at least texted her to make sure she was in. Not today. Today was different.
Now at her door step he was uncertain, hand hovering just over the wood. Something had shaken him and the first person who had come to mind was her. Swallowing hard he sets the worry aside. Gently he rasps his knuckles against the surface in an attempt of a knock. It didn’t take long for it to open and light from the inside to illuminate his frame.
Shinya was completely soaked to the bone, hair sticking to his face and clothes clinging to is skin. Droplets of rain roll down the tip of his nose as well as his chin. The words almost bring him to his knees, and he manages a small nod as he shuffles towards her and the entranceway. ❝ I’m going to get everything wet.❞ He objects weakly.
words of comfort prompts
all those soft and reassuring vibes we know and love!" it's going to be okay. "
" i can fix this. "
" come here, i got you. "
" hey... who did this to you? "
" let's get you inside, huh? "
" don't worry. i can handle this. i'll make it right. "
" you're worth so much more than that. "
" oh, honey, you're shaking... let's get you a blanket, yeah? "
" i made some tea. "
" you know, you don't have to tell me anything. you don't owe me an explanation. but if you ever want to talk... i'm here. "
" it wasn't your fault. "
" people are flawed. we make mistakes. and at some point, we're all bound to mess up and be seen as the bad guy. but the important thing to know is that while we make mistakes... we can also learn and improve from them. "
" this wasn't on you. okay? i swear. "
" listen to me. you're not a bad person. anyone says different will have to go through me. "
" i made you some dinner, if you're able for it... "
" here. you're not going anywhere in this state. i made up the spare bed; stay as long as you like. "
" nothing bad is going to happen to you. not if i can help it. "
" you're safe here. "
" i ran you a nice hot bath. that should calm your nerves a little, yeah? "
" would you like a hug? "
" nothing about what you've been through is easy. you don't need to push through anything... just rest. recover. heal. nobody is rushing you. okay? "
" look at me, look! it was a nightmare! not real, okay? you... hey... i've got you. it's alright... "
" i'm not going to let anyone hurt you. "
" here. i had some old clothes in the laundry basket, you can wear them. should be a lot comfier and cozier, yeah? "
" don't worry. i have a plan. "
" i made some cookies, if you want some? fresh out of the oven. "
" let's order in some pizza, huh? "
" listen. i'm with you. all the way. if you want to call the police, i'll dial the number. if you want to stay here, i'll cut you a key. i support you, 100%. "
" oh, love... you made a mistake. that doesn't mean you're stupid. "
" don't worry. i'm fixing this. "
" i got you a blanket. "
" it's okay. i'm here now. "
flxwergxrden·:
The moment they both stopped singing a sigh escaped her, revealing how content she was. Back leaned on the soft material of her chair for long blond eyelashes to close, kissing each other for a second as she let the emotion settle. Bliss. Nothing beat up singing, especially singing with company.
And then she heard the apology and her eyelashes fluttered, eyes opening widely in surprise. “Oh please don’t be sorry! You were not loud!“ she shook her hands in front of her “It was a lot of fun!“ she smiled warmly to the stranger and glanced at her diary. “…almost magical…~“ she whispered in a song lilt tone, like a little secret that she was going to include in that notebook for sure.
The delicateness of her voice and each subtle movement she makes causes him to hesitate. His dark eyes linger on her, tracing each feature and each slight gesture. That book catching his attention again and curiosity spreading over every inch of his features, but despite that, something about her seeming to have him enraptured. Remembering to continue the conversation, he attempts a smile. The corner of his lip turning upward, albeit shyly. ❝Ah. I’m glad.... Sometimes I just get caught up in my thoughts and end up somewhere else completely. Then my body takes over but looses its filter.❞
Queue an awkward chuckle and more pressure applied to the table beneath his palm. ❝Y-Your voice is lovely by the way. Are you interested in music or...a musician or something?❞ There’s a hitch in his voice as he attempts the small talk and guide the conversation away from himself.
cosmicstardreamer·:
He was always so sweet and so considerate of her. She never thought she’d have someone making such sweet plans for the two of them and then offer to change those plans at the drop of a pin if she wanted to do something else.
He really did deserve to be taken care of, too.
“I think as long as it’s with you I’ll be just fine. You’ll just have to let me sit next to you instead of across from you so I can lean on you, okay?~”
Was she serious? yes. What she also flirting? Absolutely. Two for one that worked out in her favor. Goodness did she love this man. Her own thumb caresses against his skin in reciprocation, following his tug to their next destination.
“For some reason it’s been a lot more busy than usual. I was supposed to have off but they really needed the help. My bosses told me as soon as things calm down they’ll make sure I get extra days off to make up for it, but I’m not too worried about it. I do still enjoy working there even when it’s hectic like this. How about you? How’s work been?”
Her flirting causes warmth to flood his cheeks, and his smile remains firmly placed at the corner of his lips. While his thumb continues it’s idle movements, he does move a little closer to nudge her shoulder with his own. ❝ Well, I suppose that’s something. Just don’t let them overwork you, okay? And take plenty of breaks and drink lots of water. ❞ Though the words sound like a motherly nag, his tone is full of nothing but concern for her. ❝ We’ve been the opposite. Quiet. I guess no one wants flowers around this time of the year....But after graduation season, I think I’m enjoying the rest.❞
The walk doesn’t take much longer, and they arrive at the restaurant. It’s cosy, with a small hanging sign outside and delicate lace curtains over the windows. With his free hand he pushes the door open and offers her inside. Once ensuring she was in safely he follows her into the quaint establishment. Each table is adorned with a beautiful purple flower and a flickering tea light. Once spotted by the waitress, her face seems to light up and she bounds over to show them to their seat. Which just so happens to be a nice quiet booth.
As promised, he settles into the seat before patting the place next to him. Offering her the spot and his shoulder to lean on. ❝ What do you think? ❞
lachrymosestorm·:
‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥ ·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̩̩̥·̩̩̥̩̩̥˚̩̥̩̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ Dez had her hair up as her body glistened with sweat.. There would be no dust in her apartment if she could help it. The swiffer hit the shelves and the vacuum was making sure the floors were spotless.. Despite once again barely sleeping, she decided she’d sleep when she was dead and get her place as spotless as can be.. After all a spotless home meant no insects.. It meant she wouldn’t have to deal with- Blinking she thought she heard her phone as she turned it off and opened it as she was quiet for a moment and tried to process what it meant when the other day came crashing down and she figured out who it was.. The man with the fever who looked like he was at death’s door.. So his name was Shinya? [Text: Shinya] I’m glad you’re feeling better. I was pretty worried about you and was hoping to stop by to check on you in a couple of hours, but it’s a relief that you’re alright. I’m free for dinner tonight if you’re interested. I’m just happy to hear that you’re feeling better. Try not to push yourself too hard. As if she were one to talk. [Text: Shinya] Oh. I forgot to include. My name is Dez. Pleased to meet you. But I can do dinner if you’d like. Anywhere you’d like to go in particular?
It’s not long before the screen lights up again, and the notification shows the name “Saviour”. Hesitating, his hand hovers over the phone before scooping it up. Pressing a button reveals the message and he reads it over. Just like before he reads it once, twice and then a third time to make sure he hadn’t missed anything.
[Text: Saviour Dez ]: It’s nice to meet you. Especially now, I’m not such a mess. As for dinner...I had no place in mind. Where is your favourite place to eat? I’ll meet you there. Would tonight be okay?
Inhaling deeply, he leans back in his chair. Eying his coat and the door one at a time.
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