His impressive height is intimidating and I can see the outline of muscles in his well-defined back as he stretches. Stretching out his spine he jolts his neck from side to side, rubbing absently at his ear as he does so. The blonde man runs a hand through his dyed hair. I am sure I hear him swearing under his breath. The blonde man lets out a huff of air before climbing off of Anan and helping him to his feet.Īnan: “I know, I know!” Anan cuts him off and walks away in a huff, kicking out a stone as he passes. He scrutinises my face and my hair, his gaze makes me uncomfortable as it courses over my body before settling on my eyes again.Īnan: “…Maybe. The man named Anan suddenly looks over me from his position, pinned to the floor by the hulking weight of delinquent teen. The blonde man trains his eyes on his adversary.īlonde man: “That so? You sure it was her this time?” His voice is deep and frightening but I feel comforted that maybe he’s on my side. I cling desperately to the bag between my fingers racking my brains to make 100% sure that I had paid the surly shop assistant. (Didn’t pay? What is he talking about? Who is he? I paid for my cakes) The two men collide in an explosion of limbs and I close my eyes against the impact, praying that neither of them is hurt.īlonde man: “Anan! How many times have I gotta tell ya! Don’t attack ladies.” Before I can even consider an escape however, another body, much larger and moving much faster, comes barrelling out of the grocery store whose display I had been admiring. His face is contorted with rage and I start to panic. I instinctively flinch, trying to make myself as small as possible as I turn towards the man who is gaining on me fast. The voice is heavily accented and undoubtedly furious. I stop for a moment, admiring the colourful array of fruit and vegetables outside of a grocery store when I hear a shout from behind me. (Expect this to be sickly sweet and potentially poorly written)Īfter the evil glares of the girl’s at the florists and the harsh comments of the guy in the cake shop I am starting to feel like this town might not be the same town I remembered after all. 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 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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