'Written in the second point of view when the story starts'
She was known to be a daydreamer. A Walter Mitty. A fantasizer or maybe, a little too much more than that if she was being honest.
With a life that shaped her into becoming weary and debili...
Have a break, have some mouthy, shameless Satoru Gojo~
Btw, the typos are prolly strong on this one because I'm publishing this rn via phone and with one eye opened because of the time. Hehe.
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"So, this is TK Shibuya, huh."
Kaleidoscopic strobing lights illuminated from above. They were intense and prismatic to be visually pleasing to the eyes of party-goers. Utmost fulgent to set the mood of the norms who planned to spend their nights in a discotheque that detected the scent of an 'all or nothing' vibe mindset of the general public who lived for today.
The signboards ought to say everything for what this night spot consists of: the emancipations of youth who aspired to disenthralled themselves from the dissonant reality of life. Its prismatic colors were vivid and lambent, profuse in hues of brilliant green, white and blue.
Attendees were lined up before two jacked bouncers hindered and secured the gateways through the night club. Both pair appeared to be safeguarding two passageway upon the entrance. One which insured the admittance of the public who desired to experience the entire club while the other guaranteed to be admitting those whom were deemed to represent themselves as personages apt to be VIP's as they did not hold any more adjourns for screenings, check-up and such.
"It wasn't my idea, Tiny-Chan." Satoru insisted as he stood out with his winsome fit, holding out the car door when Ijichi had them unlatched once you've reached your destination. "---It was Mei-Mei's."
As you've followed suit, keeping one leg out of the car doors, he'd subtly kept an eye out for your head. The vague, caring, thoughtless gesture being done upon impulse as you've went through your way. Eyes augmented wide from the tall, vivid structure that was filled with high-spirits that could be sensed from the outside. The modern pop music coming along with the in vogue fashion of attendees who stood their ground before the gateway.
People's heads were held high, a few discerning regulars keeping eyes on the look-out for some lads and lasses who were procurable to bring home the bacon in regards to gaining some casual trysts or one-nighters. With juveniles or frequents being Scout Rangers to get a whiff or sight of any potentials who were worthy for the night.
Indeed, you had no doubt that Satoru would gather up his own lion shares from the moment he'd stepped out of the car. His quaint physical boons could basically lure in the ladies and even lads.
It didn't even take him a minute of his striking appearance for guests who awaited outside to purr in their obvious, interested undertones of anticipation. Each and everyone hopeful or even confident they would be in luck tonight, their fingers probably crossed behind as they've ogled Gojo who had quickly slipped those customized specs of his over the bridge of his nose.
