The hand is much larger than my own, its fingers are smooth and cool against my skin and it whirls me around with an unexpected strength. Suddenly I feel someone grab my hand from behind. MC: “My name is _ and I’ll be in your care.” I give Johji a big bow, starring at my own feet. We look at each other for a moment before I can think of something to say, finally I remember my manners and snap back to my senses. MC: “You mean… You mean I’ll be living here” I point randomly at the ceiling and he gives me a reassuring smile. I take his hand instinctively before I’ve even worked out what he’s saying. It’s been a long day.īartender: “Ah, yes! You’re moving in today, right?” I nod and he holds out a hand to me “My name is Johji Chakura and I’ll hope you’ll enjoy your time here with me” MC: “I’m supposed to be meeting my landlord here” I say, not really knowing if he can help but not really having any other options. I try to conceal the blush rising in my cheeks with a smile and take a step towards the bar. He starts, his hair falls back into his eyes and he turns on me, one hand pushed hard against his chest.īartender: “Careful now, beautiful I’m an old man and I only have one heart” he lets out a breathy chuckle and pats himself on the chest a couple of times. I bounce from foot to foot for a moment, feeling a little awkward, but he still doesn’t notice me so I decide to get his attention. The man is fiddling absently with the dials on an out of date radio and doesn’t hear me enter, he pauses for a moment to push his dark hair out for his eyes before returning to his quest. There’s a wonderfully comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee which brings a smile to the corners of my lips as I step further into the room, spotting a tall man behind the bar. Inside, the café is romantically lit, with soft leather seating and mismatched tables that perfectly compliment the retro feel of the décor. ![]() The cool, conditioned air washes around me and I feel my nerves instantly calm. Cakes in one hand and a hastily scribbled map crumpled in the other I give myself an internal pep talk before pressing a fist again the café door and giving it a push. I run a hand through my hair carefully tucking it behind my ears and check my reflection in a shop window before I pull myself up to my full height and take a deep breath. When I finally arrive at the Black Ship I feel completely exhausted. What would happen if each of the boys immediately recognised the MC and admitted how they’d been feeling since she left? Here’s what I thought (Expect this to be sickly sweet and potentially poorly written) I decided to start with a series of headcanons for the wonderful men of Voltage’s ‘Dreamy Days in West Tokyo’. Over the last few days I have been having a stab at flexing my creative muscles by trying my hand at some headcanon writing for some of my favourite Voltage characters.
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