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Printing shop:Takao Kazunari

"This sucks." She groaned, entering her favorite stationery store.  She gripped the usb rather aggressively, taking out the anger of losing her allowance on something so  . . . atrocious.

"Good Afternoon, Takao-san," she chirped. Soon her tired smile awkwardly contorted to a frown. It wasn't the woman whose black hair and eyesight she admired who she saw. It was a  . . . he. She standing in front of some creep who looked at her with an overly friendly smile that she found creepy.

"Where . . . Where's Takao-san?" she was glued to the entrance of the store.

"I am Takao-san." He cheekily retorted.

'Why the fuck are you grinning? And who are you grinning at? Is there someone beh-'

"Does the little lady need printing?" He asked, pushing himself off the counter. She caught a glimpse of bright orange basketball shorts.

Now other than his personality, she had a reason to hate the Takao imposter. He wore an annoying orange color.

She nodded, feeling embarrassed that her USB was a Disney character. "It's under file name School." She said, looking over the counter. She pulled out her wallet. And looked around as he went on to work.

Silence washed the old store. The ceiling fan was an exception, making as much noise as it could to match up with the cicadas outside. She relaxed in silence until he had to whistle out loud.

"This is a whole damn lot! You sure you want all this printed?"

"I need all of those for school." She felt intimidated with him. He may be friendly like his Grand-father, but no one in her school was as hyper as him.

"It might take a while. Do you need anything else, Miss?"

Her anger resurfaced again when she remembered she had projects that needed binding. "Spiral Binding, black and clear covers please."

He whistled to himself as he worked while she sat by the counter. "You know my parents and grandparents. You must be a regular here."

"Yes, I am."

Again, silence. Except for the loud noises the printer was making. Or as she would call 'electronic exorcism'.

"What grade are you in?" If it weren't for the counter that separated them they'd be standing side by side.

"I'll be in my third year next year." She said, subtly moving away.

"Ah!" He chuckled, now he understood why she had a load to print and projects no adult would want to sit down and write. She was a high school student. "You've got in mind what you want after you graduate."

The printer stopped in time before she answered. She sighed, relieved. Relieved that he had to walk back to the printer.

"And that makes a total of four thousand yen!" He placed the brown paper bag on the counter. 

Her fingers, curled around the wallet, felt cold. Her allowance from last month wasn't enough to pay for those. He took advantage of their height difference and cast a look down on her open wallet.

"Ah, [Y/n]-chan." His grandmother welcomes, coming out from the door behind him. "Did you pay yet?"

"No, I'm short of money it seems." Her already hung low.

"Her total is four thousand yen."

"[Y/n]-chan, how much do you have with you?"

"Only two thousand." Her tone was so apologetic that he found it cute. So cute that he wanted to squeeze her cheeks.

"You can pay a thousand yen, for now, I'll send your parents a receipt."

"Eh!" There was no way his tyrant store owner of a grandmother was allowing someone to pay later. That was something he never EVER thought would happen. especially now since the business was slow.

"Thank you very much, Takao-san." She bowed after placing the single note on the counter.

Watching her walk out with a melancholic expression on his face, Kazunari turned too his grandmother. "Why did you . . ." he spat out gibberish at the rush of words. One after another.

"Kazu-chan, her parents are out of town. There's already too much on her mind. And she's the eldest among five."

That was the explanation that he needed before he sat down and to read his textbooks.

"She's cute though."

"She's only sixteen."

"I didn't say anything else."

[Y/n]: Second-year high school student, sixteen years old

Takao: Third-year college student, twenty-one years old

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With her USB in her hand, [Y/n] ran out of her house, wearing unmatched slippers. Her destination, Takao's Stationery store. She clutched her money tight in her hand.

"Takao-san, I need my recommendation letters printed in two copies, please." She panted, slamming her usb on the dest. Strong enough to startle the old woman. Except, the old woman wasn't there.

"Hey, it's you." Takao chirped when he saw a more mature looking [Y/n] in her school uniform. "You're in your third year now, huh?"

'It's him again. Is he home for the vacations?' She watched him take the USB from the counter, insecure with the way she looked. What if her skirt magically flew up and saw her Disney patterned bloomers? What if he sees her wearing those slippers.

"I go to this university, too." He exclaimed when the recommendation form loaded on the screen. "What major are you planning to take?"

"Um, Bachelor of arts in linguistics."

"So, you're gonna be a cute little polyglot, huh?" He stated with his eyebrow raised.

'Cute? Little? What the heck?'

"That'll be 500 yen."

"Yea . . . Thanks." Without looking at him, she left her money on the counter and then ran out of the store.

 "Heh," Takao rested his chin on his propped hand. "She's cute. Really cute."

[Y/n]: Third-year high school student, seventeen years old

Takao: Fourth-year college student, twenty-two years old

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The college campus, big enough to be a micro-nation, was bustling with tired students, living in their own worlds.

Some walked with their partners, excited for their dates.

Most ran from one class to another.

And the others rushed to get things done at the last moment.

And there was [Y/n] walking. Pissed.

The library was charging extra for colored images. And that was ridiculous for her.

And most of the printing stores she passed were full of college students.

"For such a big city, Tokyo seems to lack in stores and printers." She grumbled, finally settling for a smaller store full of women in work suits.

"Takao-san, I miss your store." She sighed.

"Yeah, I miss home, too." When she snapped her head to look at the person behind her, she looked into steel grey eyes. "And so we meet again. At a print store, too."

"Ta-Takao-san?"

"Takao Kazunari. Takao-san are my parents and grandparents." He winked. "I never got your name."

Blushing, she turned away. "[L/n] [Y/n]." She said. 'Why does he look good now?'

[Y/n]: College student, twenty years old

Takao: Salaryman, twenty-five years old

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