CHIHARU TAKAHASHI
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n. chiharu takahashi | age. 18 | gender: female // pos. kind, w
itty, loyal, independent, hard-working // neg. guarded, lack of
trust in other people, blunt, insecure, hides behind wit, reckle
ss, not that smart but she tries
Chiharu was having a good day. School had let out early, Eito had rented a corny movie and Chiharu, Eito, and Daisuke had spent the afternoon mocking and making snide remarks towards the characters and plot. Eito had of course, laughed and pointed fingers, Daisuke smirked occasionally, and Chiharu simply pointed out cliches and made sarcastic remarks-- and overall, it had been a great evening. And it had been a great day. And it was just great. Exhaling lightly, Chiharu stumbled through the marketplace, hands gripping plastic bags wrapped around tomatoes and fruits and such. She had spent the day with friends-- she breathed in-- so why did she feel like she was a black hole, bit by bit, collapsing in on herself.
Shaking her head, Chiharu forced a slight smile onto her face and allowed herself to take more steps forwards. Switching the grocery bags from her left hand to her right hand, she patted her cheek softly with her left hand. She was happy, and if she wasn't-- her lips tugged upwards-- well, she is happy. Chiharu kept taking steps forwards, swerving around people in the marketplace. In a busy place like this, Chiharu felt like just another face in the crowd, and frankly, she was okay with that. A loud crash was heard in the distance, the thumps of footsteps raced towards her direction. Wincing slightly as a bundle of items were thrown at her, she instinctively dropped her groceries on the floor, a silent yelp caught in her mouth as she heard her apples hit the ground, and the only thought in her mind was the fact her apples would be bruised.