kuroba isn't the only person on staff at yotsubana florals, say hello to the other employees of the store!
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NANA MIDORIYO ( meant to sound similar to " nanmo da yo, " a phrase meaning " don't worry about it " in the Hokkaido dialect )
~ 26 years old • she / her • 5'1" ( 154.9 cm )
One of the employees at Yotsubana Florals and a college friend of Kuroba's. Originally from Furano, Hokkaido. Dreams of starting a flower farm, works at Kuroba's shop to save towards that goal. Has a fiance back in her hometown named Azuma Shiraki, ( meant to sound similar to " azumashi, " an adjective from the Hokkaido dialect that describes something as comfortable or calming. )
Very sweet and care-free, a bit air-headed at times. Was one of Kuroba's fans back in college, but after a certain " karaoke incident, " she befriended them once she realized they were pretty down-to-earth and easy to talk to.
A bit of a busybody when it comes to others' romantic lives, especially Kuroba's
Comes from a big family that runs an osen in Furano, youngest of 5 kids and grew up around a lot of her extended family.
Azuma was a friend of hers since middle school, but didn't confess his feelings to her until she came back from college. They've been engaged for a little over a year, he plans to move to Tokyo once they're officially married and go to school for agricultural economics, ( he wants to be helpful with Nana's dream. )
Kuroba calls her " Nanamo. "
HISOKA KIBATSU ( meaning " secret " & " unusual " respectively )
~ 17 years old • he / him • 5'8" ( 172.7 cm )
Another employee of Yotsubana Florals, a 2nd year student at Akatsuka Highschool and a friend of Kuroba's younger brother, Keshiki. He's a member of the school's Beautification Committee and idolizes Kuroba after finding a hydrangea care guide they wrote up for the incoming underclassmen years ago. Hopes to study botany in college.
Comes across as a reserved and serious kid, ( if not a bit of a hardass, ) but is actually on the strange side and only really cares about plants. This extends to his grades, with Science being the only subject he does well in.
Collects floral-themed socks and wears them according to the flower's blooming period.
Only child, raised by a single working mother. Grew up in Tokyo, but lives outside of Akatsuka so he commutes to school by train, ( usually with Keshiki. )
He met Keshiki in their first year of highschool, when the latter stopped by the Beautification Committee to check it out despite not wanting to join. Hisoka told him to get lost since he was wasting their time, but switched up real quick once he heard someone call him " Yotsubana. " Despite that rough first meeting, they actually ended up getting along pretty well and became close since then.
Popular with girls, but is extremely indifferent about it and shrugs them off. This kinda pisses Keshiki off, ( like be grateful, damn it, ) but he usually shuts up once Hisoka tells him he'd rather hang out with him.
Kuroba usually calls him " Hisoka-kun " or " Hiso-kun. " Hisoka is very keen on calling them " Sensei " in return, even though they'd prefer he'd not. Also, has called them dad at least once and is forever embarrassed about it.
AAAAND, for a little bonus : here's what they think of the shop's most loyal loiter and temp employee.
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Vitali kept cutting and cutting and cutting, tears dripping down onto his tank top and into the sink. He accidentally scraped one of the scissor blades past his finger- and his tears rapidly mixed with a few drops of deep red blood.
He loved his hair.
He had always done so- but his mother too.
She had been obsessed with it, and when he had decided to bleach it she had been livid. But for some reason she had still allowed him to do it as many times as he wanted, as if she believed it would at least stop him from cutting it short, even after he had come out as transgender.
And it had worked, somehow. He had never even dared to think about picking up a pair of scissors.
Vitali let a single scream leave his lips as he threw the scissors down into the sink, gripping the edge tightly again as he nearly lost his balance. He was out of breath; shaky, shallow inhales providing him with just enough oxygen to not pass out, and he slowly looked back up at his reflection.
And in that split second of realization, he regretted it.
All of it.
A sudden clarity washed over him and his sobs faltered, deafening silence washing over the bathroom as he carefully brushed his now neck-length hair out of his face. It was uneven; some strands barely even reached his chin.
He looked different, now.
Could barely recognize himself.
— From Chapter 12: The Mother; read the full fic here
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New starseeker alert !!
Short Bio:
Once a bot who'd explore the cosmos with reckless abandon, Starcleaver now pays no regard to cybertronian life and doesn't care whether or not those around him live or die. Exploration is but a childish activity, one only newly forged bots would do without purpose.
To get by, Starcleaver has resorted to mercenary jobs. He's efficient. Killings are neither here nor there in terms of his feelings. One bot's death is his paycheck, and the life said cybertronian led was not his business or relevant to him in the slightest.
Starcleaver had been long time friends with Starbramble, however their relations fell apart after Starbramble left him for dead with a group of Decepticons. Despite what the Decepticons did to him, despite the countless hours of solitary and painful interrogations he experienced, his loyalties to the Autobots crumbled after he learned that nobody was sent for him. Nobody even knew he was gone.
If he ever sees Starbramble again? He'll have a nice new head ornament to mount in his ship.
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