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Rohan's POV
I, Rohan Kishibe, am an aspiring Mangaka, 17 years old, and currently living in Japan with my Grandmother. She rents out rooms in our house, with extremely strict rules. Almost impossible to live with if you ask me, but because I am her grandson I am allowed to bend the rules, slightly. My Grandmother's rules contain things such as: No Smoking, No Loud Noises and No Couples/Families, be in the house by 10 pm. Understandable guidelines. Simple to follow. Obviously getting removed from the household are the consequences for disobeying such rules.
Needless to say, not very many people asked to live here, so it was always quiet around the place. Perfect for me to continue with my drawings and become the best Mangaka in the world.
Reader POV
"Now, [First Name] because you have no family left to be in care of you, we have decided to allow you to choose a place to stay from these 2 choices, they have a supervising adult at each place until you are 18 and are officially legal to move out and live alone." The strange man across from you said.
"B-B-But I-I-I," you struggled you even respond.
"I know it's hard, but we have no other options to offer. You're frankly too old to go into an orphanage." The woman in the room spoke up. "We'll take you to both places, and you can decide from there."
Your eyes teary, staring at the table in front of you. You had lost your family in a car accident roughly 2 years ago, the only day you decided to stay home and not go into town with them. Since then, you were living with your grandfather in Japan, taking care of him, but he had passed away in his sleep 2 weeks ago, leaving you his money and belongings as you were the only one left. The only thing you wanted to do was crawl into a ball and lay on your bed and let sleep take you. But you had to be responsible now. You had to grow up and take things into your own hands.
Both of the adults stood up from the table, ushering you to also get up and get out of the room so you could get on with your home scouting.
The first place they took you too was a literal shit hole. The walls were falling apart, it was dirty, it didn't smell right at all. Did this spawn from hell. You shook your head immediately after leaving it, disapproving of this option completely.
Rohan's POV
Just a normal day at home, staring out the window for inspiration, drawing sketches for my new Manga. Maybe this time, my editor will actually accept them and not give them back to me telling me it needs more naked girls in it. Fucking pig. Does he not know good work when he sees it?!
"Hmm..." Rohan mumbled looking out the window in wonder. A car pulled up outside of the sizeable house as a girl and two other people stepped out of it. Rohan sketched out each of them and the motor at high speed, faster than anyone else could.
He stared at the trio now approaching the house.
The girl with, [H/C] hair, [E/C] eyes and dress that wasn't too flashy, it suited her stature, her ways, perfectly. She would be the perfect model. Who is that? What would someone like that be doing here?
Rohan stood up from his desk and proceeded to walk towards the exit of his room.
Reader's POV
Entering the house, it was huge compared to the other, cleaner too. It smelled of fresh flowers, mainly due to many of them being scattered around the house in vases. An elderly woman was there to greet us with a beautiful smile.
This is definitely the better option. The two that were with you were taken by the older woman to sit down in the kitchen as she told you to walk about and explore the house. They were going to tell her about your situation. A child like you wouldn't have a problem with any of the rules, you were quiet and didn't know anyone else so you would be okay.
You wandered this huge house, bigger than any you've been in before. The old fashioned paintings on the walls, the old looking tables and furnishings. A humble home, you could definitely see yourself here for the year until you were ready to go alone in the world.
Walking down one of the halls, you stared at the pictures on the wall. Pictures of a young boy and what you guessed was the old lady. The younger male holding a certificate, a huge grin on his face and a jaw-dropping painting behind him. Another picture had the younger chap sitting at a desk, his tongue slightly sticking out and appears to be drawing on the page in front of him. These pictures made you smile, seeing someone's family happy like this made you happy. Snapping out of your daydream, you continued to walk down the hall.
You seen a door slightly open at the end of the hall, approaching it you tried your best to peak in but failed as the gap wasn't big enough to get a proper look at everything. You nudged the door open.
"Hello?" You said quietly.
No answer.
Continuing your way into the room you observed what was in it. No mess on the floor. A simple double bed, perfectly made. A picture on the side of the bed of now a young adult with a serious look on his face, holding a certificate once more. Two posters on opposite walls, both of them a huge printout of what you supposed was two Manga covers, with the name 'Rohan Kishibe' typed along the bottom, needless to say the covers were magnificent with the vibrancy of the colors that matched perfectly together. Turning your head you noticed quite a large desk placed in front of the window with paper scattered all on the desk, a trash can placed beside it filled to the brim with discarded paper.
Easily making your way to the desk you started noticing all of the drawings laying upon it. You looked through each of them. Most of them were half drawn Manga panels until one caught your eye. It was of a car and three others alongside it. The only one of them that was fully drawn was the smaller girl. It looked eerily like you until you glanced down out of the window in front of you. The exact same car from the picture.
"Who the hell is this person..." You quietly whispered to yourself, flicking through the other pictures you missed.
"Excuse me, are you lost?" A gentle voice came from the door behind you.
It startled you as you jumped around facing the figure at the door staring at you. A young man, roughly the same age as you, if not older. The dark hair with a spiked green headband wrapped around his head. Fashionable clothes, a small proportion of his toned stomach was showing causing you to blush furiously.
"I-I-I'm sorry I was just p-passing by and I thought someone was in he-"
"It's fine, just please, do not enter without my permission next time." He interrupted your uncontrollable stuttering.
"Thank you," you said quietly as the boy starting making his way towards you.
"Rohan," he said predominantly holding out his hand, "Rohan Kishibe. I live here with my grandmother, with whom you have already met."
You held out your hand to shake his as he held yours in place, not letting them move at all.
"My name is [First][Last Name]," you curled the edge of your mouth slightly, giving him a small smile. He turned your hand so the back faced upwards and pulled it ever-so-gently towards his lips and slowly bowed his head down to meet it halfway and gave it a small peck causing you to turn bright red.
"Nice to meet your acquaintance, [First Name]." He pulled away and sat at his desk.
"See you later, Rohan," you smirked edging towards the door.
"Goodbye," he replied sternly, almost as if his personality changed completely.
You proceeded to walk out of the young Mangaka's room and headed back down to the others having seen your fill of the house.
"Rohan..." You said quietly to yourself approaching the kitchen were the elders sat.
Rohan's POV
Her hand was so soft. She was so beautiful.
What is she even doing here in the first place?
Is she a new guest.
Please...
Please say she's a new guest...