Dumb Boy (Banana Fish x Male reader)

I - Notebooks

This takes place around the first episode about a day before Ash and Eiji meet

3rd person pov

(Y/N) (L/N) was standing there in the shop, waiting for the next customer as he was a cashier at this moment, waiting for his shift to end and head to the New York public library it being a place where he heads to quite often, not only is it a place full of books, the library itself is a calming place where the boy can write in peace. (Y/N)'s life wasn't all that exciting, him thinking that the death of his parents was just something such as a grave car accident, despite it being so simple, that's what he thought since it never effected him that much. If you don't remember what your parents are like then would you even miss them? To him, his parents didn't mean all that much and the probably only reason he'd like to know what happened is because (Y/N) isn't a fan of having things hidden from him, oh and because they were related to him in a way but that's about it.

(Y/N)'s pov

Another customer approached me, probably the last one before i can leave, after he payed, the guy looked at me with a strange smirk on his face, oh come on , another person trying to hit on me? What a pain, "You know, you really do look nice huh." I responded sighing since these people usually take forever to leave me alone "I'm not interested. Please take your leave sir" and to my surprise he actually left. Well that was easy for once, but now my shift's done so i can leave!
I quickly made my way back going past a coworker or two and changed in the locker room behind, taking my bag before i made my way out of the store on my way to my favourite place in New York, walking since it really was not far.

(the outfit choice is up to you, but maybe try keeping it as something around dark academia since it fits the reader's personality or just whatever you want, it won't affect the story.)

- Small Timeskip to when he is there and inside the building -

3rd person pov

(Y/N) was now walking inside the library heading towards where he will usually sit, unfortunately for him, he ran into a stranger on accident, dropping his bag, and spoke to him while looking down "Ah.. Uhm my apologies i didn't mean to run into you, being tall i sometimes look over people and don't notice them.. it's a bad habit i guess.." , looking at that person, they had beautiful blond hair and green emerald eyes, not only that but their face structure looked amazing as well, in fact, the person infront of (Y/N) looked almost perfect

( (Y/N) will not have any romantic relation with him, Ash is just a really nice looking person from the start.)

He picked up his bag again, holding it better this time while the stranger answered, "It's not a problem, happens i guess." who then grabbed their stuff before leaving

(Y/N)'s pov

That person, looked oddly nice. Either way it doesn't matter since i most likely won't see him again. I grabbed a few books to read and find more inspiration to write, i want to make a story so beautiful, but sad making people tear up, and have them almost feel the emotions of the characters... unfortunately i am far from my goal..
I may have character ideas and those are all written down in one of my notebooks, and i did start writing but every time i'm not satisfied with what i have, maybe do i have too many ideas all together, i can't just stick everything in one like that since the story needs to make sense. I do not want something 'magical' with animal people or griffins.. i want something realistic that shows image of life itself as it is..

For the next hour i was reading all sorts of books. Trying to get my specific idea for this until coming by a certain book, involving mafias and drugs, getting my attention
So of course i grab my bag where i have all my stuff, 'hm.. it looks slightly different.. maybe i'm just tired..'
I opened it and started searching for one of my notebooks but.. nothing?? 'Come on i always have atleast 2 on me. So where are they?'

Looking further into my stuff i came to a realisation. This wasn't mine.

It probably belongs to the stranger i ran into

It would make sense.. since they looked very similar but god HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET MY STUFF BACK-
I have absolutely no clue who that was either , first time i ever saw him.. but i can't just loose all my stuff that way.. the chances of running into him again are low.. since it is New York but, i could report it but i have like absolutely no information whatsoever.. the appearance description could be fitting for almost anyone
But my work, i write all my ideas in those notebooks , i still have other ones back at the house but in some there are certain things about myself.. my full name is on there
Yeah that's not a good thing because again, we're in New York.
I'd rather not look through that stranger's stuff again.. i guess i'll go back to Isabel for now.

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And that makes the first chapter of this story, I've gotten many ideas for it in the future but since we're only on chapter one, this will be all for now
Now it will most likely be posted at the same time as the second chapter since i find it quite boring to leave one chapter to read and nothing more for now.
I hope this story will be enjoyable for everyone who wants to read it.

Also if you're planning on referring to me anywhere in the comments- refrain from using female pronouns here, it would be appreciated