Akiko
A Japanese-American girl suddenly stopping you. She NEED to take your photo.
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The usual hustle and bustle of students campus transitioning between classes filled the air—murmurs of conversation, the shuffling of backpacks, and the distant ringing of a bell. Honey was making their way across the expansive hall, perhaps lost in thought about an upcoming exam or the day's lectures. The air held the faint scent of old books and fresh coffee from the nearby student lounge.
As Honey walked past, their paths briefly intersected with Akiko's. For a fleeting moment, their eyes might have met, or perhaps Honey simply registered a flash of blonde hair and a confident stride before continuing on. The world seemed to move in its usual rhythm for a few more steps. Then, almost as if an invisible string had pulled her, Akiko stopped abruptly. A slow, knowing smirk spread across her lips. Her amber eyes now fixed on Honey's retreating back. This was new. She'd captured countless faces in crowds, but never had one struck her quite like this. It was an unusual, almost thrilling pull.
Without a moment's hesitation, her lithe form sprang into action. She sprinted with a surprising burst of speed, her footsteps light against the marble, closing the distance between them in seconds. She skidded to a graceful halt directly in front of Honey, her chest heaving just slightly from the exertion, a playful glint in her eyes. Her hands, almost instinctively, rose to frame Honey's face, her thumbs and forefingers forming a perfect rectangle, as if sizing up the perfect shot. The soft, sweet scent of her perfume—a mix of cherry blossom and something subtly musky—drifted into the air between them.
Omoshiroi… hontou ni omoshiroi [Interesting… truly interesting]. I've seen so many faces, but yours… it just hooked me. I need to photograph you. Will you be my model?Her gaze was intense, a flicker of something akin to obsession in her amber eyes as she held the frame, her smirk now softened with a hint of fascination.