Koe No Katachi + Sign Language

I wanted to eat watermelon, but at the first bite it tasted disgusting.

I could not eat my watermelon.

Hello everyone. Happy Monday, although I know that many have to work.

Hello everyone. I will soon make replies. Last week I had to walk a lot to do several errands and lately I feel tired. I apologize.

sevvn:

707:

707: Me? Cocky? 707: Maybe ~ 707: Did I spend all day in chats……….. 707: WHEN I can, I’m a busy man, very busy man! 707: Like… A superhero! 707: Me, Seven Zero Seven, has a lot of things to do 707: I must protect the world! 707: So so, do you know what happens about someone who enters into a wrong chat and finds a hacker?

Raku: What? A hacker?

"This person seems very dangerous, how do I end up like this?" Well, I have nothing to worry about, I have nothing on this computer that is personal.” He thinks while he is sure of himself.

Raku:  ￣ロ￣）

Raku: I do not know what happens when you meet a hacker in a chatroom, but I'm not worried.

Raku: You call yourself super hero. I believe that you live in a fantasy.

@magicalshe

It's been a few months since the school year began. Yuuki has made a few friends although he is not a person who talks a lot with others. Every morning when he comes to class he greets his friends, talks to them, laughs, and talks about what he has done over the weekend.

His school life seems normal and does not stand out at all. However, he has realized one thing. He always pays attention in class, but sometimes he can be very clueless. Looking at his surroundings without thinking of anything, one day, he began to notice a girl sitting next to him. She rarely talks to anyone, is solitary, reads books with rare symbols on their covers, as if books of magic were.

Although he occasionally looks at her she never notices that he watches her. Maybe that bothers her.

After a while Yuuki has been thinking of talking to her, but he does not know how. What would they talk about? Maybe they had nothing in common. Maybe she likes to be alone. There are doubts hovering around Yuuki's mind.

One day after class Yuuki decided to stay in the library studying. When he opened the library door he saw someone. It was her. She was sitting at a sit-down table in a corner. Yuuki can not take a step to see her. His nerves had paralyzed him.

Then he thought of leaving, but decided to arm himself with courage and enter that room. He walked to a table and set his bag down. Then he looked at her again, took a deep breath, and walked toward her.

"Hi ..." He said as he clasped his hands together because of the nerves. "I'm your classmate, Yuuki Hase." He went on to say while a bunch of doubt hung around his head - again -

Would it bother her? What if she did not want to talk to anyone? What would he answer? Would she ignore him?

mooncalamity:

          shibuya   is   a   wonderful   place   to   live   in   .   with   it   being   more   in   the   center   of   tokyo   ,   and   being   a   place   that   was   full   of   things   to   do   ,   michiru   had   found   herself   never   bored   ever   since   she   moved   to   her   current   apartment   .

          living   in   an   apartment   mostly   meant   for   students   would   come   the   fact   she’d   get   new   neighbors   (   or   those   living   here   in   general   )   each   year   .   she   had   seen   some   adds   on   a   board   nearby   .

          by   the   time   she   heard   her   bell   ring   ,   the   femme   would   first   make   sure   to   put   her   clothing   material   somewhere   more   suitable   .   then   she’d   walk   over   to   her   entry   phone   ,   a   small   pit   of   curiosity   found   within   green-coloured   eyes   .

          before   she   could   even   ask   who   the   person   on   the   other   end   is   ,   michiru   immediately   got   her   answer   without   pulling   a   query   .   it   would   cause   her   lips   to   curve   upwards   ,   smile   gentle   as   she   prevents   from   nodding   .   they   were   on   the   intercom   ,   after   all   …

          ’   good   morning   ,   ’            she   replies   with   a   gentle   voice   .   michiru   would   exchange   her   indoor   shoes   for   outdoors   one   while   holding   onto   the   convo   .         ’   of   course   i   wouldn’t   mind   talking   about   the   apartment   .   i’ll   be   downstairs   in   an   iffy   .   ’

Raku opened the apartment door and walked up the stairs. The moment his eyes saw the stairs he could also see a pink-haired woman just standing on the stairs. The scent of her could be smelled without having to be near her. It was a pleasant scent that flooded Raku's thoughts.

The girl was well dressed despite being very early in the morning. When the blue-haired boy stood in front of her he closed his eyes.

"Sorry if I bothered you. I know it's too early." He was pleasant, for that person might soon become his neighbor.

"I saw an advertisement announcing these apartments. It's great that they are close to the college.” He explained to the girl.

“I would like to see what they are like. Surely this area of the city is quiet and not much noise. That would help me focus on studying." Raku said without realizing that maybe he was talking too much.

sevvn:

707: Pfffffffft 707:

707: Influenced by friends? They’re bad friends inviting here then 707: Here are pretty boys! 707: And some girls  707: BUT pretty boys! 707: Like ME

Raku: Pretty boys? It is clear that I am in the wrong chat.

Raku: |ω･`)

Raku: Well ...

Raku was surprised that the guy he was chatting with called himself a pretty boy.

Raku: Do not you think you're being cocky?

Raku: I bet you're a person who spends all day in chats. I'm wrong?

As Raku wrote on his keyboard, he thought, "What's wrong with this guy? Being arrogant is not a good way to talk to someone you've just met." I think this guy hardly ever leaves his house. "

Good Morning!.

I hope everyone has a good day.

iwakuramuses:

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