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[kim-deadja]

ORV ROLEPLAY @sunfish-regressor &. @kim-deadja

idol yoo joonghyuk x anti-fan kim dokja. non-apocalypse roleplay

The summer sun streamed through the cracks of the blinds in Kim Dokja’s small apartment, casting jagged patterns on his cluttered desk. His laptop screen glowed faintly, illuminating a webpage he was more than familiar with: his own blog.

Dokja leaned back in his creaky chair, scrolling through the titles of his old posts.

Yoo Joonghyuk: The Overrated Idol of the DecadeFive Reasons Why Yoo Joonghyuk’s Songs Are All the SameWhy Yoo Joonghyuk’s Acting Career Should Stay in the Vault

Each post dripped with the biting cynicism he’d become known for in his tiny corner of the internet. His followers—if they could be called that—were a niche group of like-minded anti-fans who seemed to revel in his snarky commentary. But as he scrolled further down, he stopped at the latest entry, its tone strikingly out of place amidst the usual venom.

In Defense of Yoo Joonghyuk Regarding the Latest Controversy

The post wasn’t long, but it had taken him hours to write. Dokja’s fingers hovered over the keyboard now as he read the words he had typed days ago:

Whether Yoo Joonghyuk is dating or not is none of our business. The man has the right to a personal life. He spends his days under constant scrutiny, performing and working tirelessly to meet fan expectations. Are we seriously going to crucify him for being spotted at a park with someone? Even if he’s dating, so what? He’s human. Not a product. Fans need to remember the difference.

Unlike his other posts, this one had gone viral. Over a million likes and shares, his tiny blog had exploded overnight. He’d received countless comments—some from diehard fans thanking him, others accusing him of hypocrisy. Dokja didn’t care much for either camp, but the attention was... overwhelming.

What truly caught him off guard, though, was the email he’d received shortly after.

The email was polite, and warm, even.

Subject: Yoo Joonghyuk - Request for Collaboration From: Ha Junghee (Yoo Joonghyuk’s Management Team)

Dear Kim Dokja, We sincerely thank you for your thoughtful and supportive commentary regarding the recent incident involving Mr. Yoo Joonghyuk. Your perspective has been a breath of fresh air amidst the controversy. In light of your post’s popularity, we would like to propose a collaboration to address public perception and improve Mr. Yoo Joonghyuk’s image. This collaboration would involve a brief public appearance and interview alongside Mr. Yoo Joonghyuk himself. As a token of our appreciation, we are prepared to offer compensation for your time and effort.

The offer had come with a figure that made Dokja’s eyes widen. A sum like that could cover months of rent, maybe even help him upgrade his perpetually laggy laptop.

Initially, he’d accepted for the money. Why wouldn’t he? He didn’t owe Yoo Joonghyuk anything. But as the hours passed, and Dokja reread the email, guilt began to gnaw at the edges of his thoughts. Yoo Joonghyuk, overrated as he was, didn’t deserve the backlash he was getting.

So, with an irritated sigh, Dokja had responded: I’ll do it. For free.

The response had come quickly, thanking him for his cooperation and confirming a date for the planned appearance.

Now, a week later, the whirlwind of media events was over, and Dokja found himself seated in the corner booth of an upscale private restaurant.

The restaurant was tucked away in the heart of the city, its entrance discreet and its interior bathed in warm golden light. Polished wood tables were set with pristine white tablecloths, each adorned with small, flickering candles. The hum of soft jazz played in the background, creating an atmosphere that was both intimate and intimidating.

Dokja shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his eyes darting to the minimalist clock on the wall. He’d arrived ten minutes early, an unfortunate habit he couldn’t shake. The waitstaff had seated him in a secluded area, far from prying eyes, and now he sat alone, fidgeting with the edge of his water glass.

His thoughts wandered. What was he even supposed to say to Yoo Joonghyuk? The man’s management had insisted on this meeting as a gesture of appreciation, but Dokja couldn’t imagine the idol being particularly grateful. If anything, Joonghyuk probably saw him as an annoyance.

The door to the private dining room opened slightly, and Dokja’s breath hitched. He straightened instinctively, waiting to see if the man himself had finally arrived.

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[sakiii-leoneed]

[ if one were to walk into saki’s room right now, they’d see her sitting still, her eyes transfixed on a single point on her phone. the only sound to be heard are her slow, slow breaths. eyes wide, dry, the tears pile up. they don’t fall. if she were to be disturbed, they would. ]

[mino-diabolik]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Aimic / Aimer Kurosawa ( @kurosawa-family )

Temptation 「 Finished 」

The Aftermath 「 Finished 」

“DARE” (Otherwise known as “The unexpected proposal”) 「 Finished 」

Meeting the In-laws: The Announcement 「 Finished 」

The Meeting 「 Finished 」

A Wedding! 「 Finished 」

“And how can you explain this?” 「 Finished 」

↳ Continuation

Find my muse wearing your muse’s clothes! 「 Finished 」

“Why don’t you stay?” (morning after starters) 「 Finished 」

[ TRAINING ] (PINNED AGAINST A WALL PROMPTS) 「 Finished 」

↳ Continuation

[ DROP ] (prompts that make you go 👀) 「 Finished 」

“Collared!”

“King Mystic, lord Aimer Kurosawa is here to see you.” (Royalty RP Memes)

[ BANDAGE ] (“in an hour of need” prompts)

[ TEXT ] (sexual tension prompts)

Spontaneous pick up (SOME PROMPTS FOR PICKING UP/CARRYING MUSES BC WHY NOT)

[ ARRANGED ] (proposal prompts)

Dressing Up

Uninvited Guest (Villain!AU)

[Injuries] (Soulmate & Significant Connections AUs)

[TEACH] (Cooking and baking starters)

[ BARE ] (prompts that make you go 👀)

“ well, i can think of some ways to wear you out. ” (STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS)

(NSFW) Bound (BDSM & DOM/SUB SMUT PROMPTS) 「 Finished 」

Kurosawa Family ( @kurosawa-family )

Not Afraid 「 Finished 」

Let’s try this again 「 Finished 」

First Impressions 「 Finished 」

Climbing through the window 「 Finished 」

[ VENGEANCE ] (even more injury meme) 「 Finished 」

“Darling, who’s this?” 「 Finished 」

Tragedy

A Little Problem

Sparring (Random Symbol Meme)

Tattoo (Discover a tattoo your muse didn’t know mine had)

Babysitter for hire!

The Cursed Ones

The Blue Witch

BodySwap! (Aprils Fools Special)

Introducing Judas

Rustic / Ruki Mukami ( @ruki--mukami )

Canvas (Open interaction: Birthday Edition) 「 Finished 」

Birthday Gifts (Happy Birthday Mystic 2022) 「 Finished 」

“I’M TELLING MYS YOU’RE EATING MCDONALD’S” 「 Finished 」

“Can I kiss you?” 「 Finished 」

Not livestock, but a dog! 「 Finished 」

Child!Ruki Event 「 Finished 」

Truth or Dare 「 Finished 」

“You’re staring.” 「 Finished 」

Crashing In (First encounter)

Torment (Open interaction)

All Hallows’ Eve (Halloween Special 2022)

“We need to talk”

Feathered Bells (Rukina Wedding)

Habits

“Darling, who’s this?”

👕 (Find my muse wearing your muse’s clothes!)

👀 (Check my muse out in uniform)

“Collared!”

Dress-Up Game!

❤️ (Touch Starved Meme)

Stay for Dinner

📞 (Drunken Call Meme)

‘forehead touch’

(NSFW) [ degradation ] (NSFW STARTERS)

(NSFW) 😊 (Sleepy Sex Meme)

Virek Sutcliffe ( @cherry-rp )

🚬 [ TENSION. A SYMBOL MEME ]

Scarlett Wakahisa ( @kindan-no-kanojo )

“You’re staring.”

Canvas (Open interaction: Birthday Edition)

⚰️ (Hallomeme)

Irina Avenel ( @iricathel )

🎹 (Find my muse playing an instrument)

Yuriko Tsukino ( @yuriko-tsukino-rp )

Venice Adventure (Starter using a random line from a book or fanfiction I’m currently reading)

“You’re staring.”

📞 (Drunken Call Meme)

👏 (Touch Starved Meme)

Kuron Mukami ( @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat )

Birthday gifts (Happy Birthday Mystic 2022) 「 Finished 」

“Collared!”

📞 (Drunken Call Meme)

Cassandra ( @bluebird-dolly-bride )

Habits

Find my muse wearing your muse’s clothes! (Reverse)

Catch my muse drinking blood!

😖 (Touch Starved Meme)

Kauze Bridgerton [Child] ( @kauzebridgerton )

“I’m your uncle!” 「 Finished 」

Nightmare 「 Finished 」

A Little Riddle 「 Finished 」

Vampire Boyfriend?! 「 Finished 」

Shape Shifting

Catch my muse drinking blood!

✋ (Touch Starved Meme)

Amnesia Event

“What’s it like to have parents?”

A Cold (Open interaction)

📞 (Drunken Call Meme)

Kauze Bridgerton [Adult] ( @kauze-bridgerton )

Reunion 「 Finished 」

“ tell me you’re mine. ” (JEALOUS, FIERCELY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS) 「 Finished 」

Deteriorating Health

🛏 (Rest head on my muse’s lap)

[ TRAINING ] (PINNED AGAINST A WALL PROMPTS)

[therapardalis]

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Eerie Atmospheric Settings: Plot Starters

Instead of a specific plot to work around, here’s a list of settings that all feature a melancholy, moody, or creepy atmosphere. Simply send me a symbol for a setting you want to RP in, and I’ll either make a starter or approach you to plot!

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🌕A full moon night with wind whistling through the trees

🌊The seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance

🏤Stepping into a house that gives off all the wrong vibes

🍁A cold day in late autumn, which is silent and deeply lonely

🎹Nighttime in an ancient house/manor, with the tinkling of piano keys from the next room

💧 Rain in the early morning, so dark that there’s hardly a sunrise

⛪A church right after a funeral, a small handful of people dressed in black hanging their heads in silence

🌳A maze-like forest at dusk, with a sense of anxiety as the sun disappears

⛵On the beach before dawn as remnants of a ship wreck wash onto shore

🍂A chilly, overcast autumn afternoon

🌃Midnight in a busy city, sirens blaring a few blocks away

🎃After dark on Halloween night after trick-or-treating ends

🚘Sitting with a popped tired on the side of a long stretch of road, waiting

⚡Distant thunder from a massive storm headed straight this way

🥀An overgrown garden of nothing but poisonous (or dead, dry) plants

🌾An eerie plot of farmland with seemingly no one around for miles

🐊Murky swampland with posted warnings to keep people away

🔥 A roaring bonfire in the distance on a pitch black night, with dark silhouettes crowded or dancing around it

🚧Standing near old, abandoned train tracks when the bell starts to ring

🐟Taking a swim on an uninhabited plot of beach, noticing ripples in the water

🌿An old-fashioned plantation with secretive locals and a bitter history

💀A cemetery full of dead, dry flowers as if all of the plots have been forgotten, some of the stones cracked or sinking into the dirt

🚇A dingy old subway station, walls chipped to pieces, while waiting for a ride home

🌈The sad silence after a violent storm, debris and wreckage everywhere

👗An attic full of musty clothes and antiques belonging to someone long-dead

❄ A snowstorm locking everyone in their homes, with electricity flickering

🍄An enchanting plot of forest or stream, tiny whispers cutting the silence

🌑Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

☔Taking a long walk with an umbrella, struggling with a low, low mood

☕At a quiet cafe, but unfamiliar folk are whispering and staring

🌵A winding road through the desert with only one dingy hotel, its ‘vacancy’ light flickering red

💤Dreaming of scraping nails gainst the window glass, and waking to still hear it

🐕A quiet night, the only sound being the call of coyotes/wolves in the woods

[kim-deadja]

ROLEPLAY STARTER

CONTENTS <rp w/ kim dokja (20). non-apocalypse au, university student, bookstore settings>

The quiet ambiance of the small bookstore was broken only by the occasional rustle of pages being flipped or the soft footsteps of customers browsing the shelves. Kim Dokja sat in the corner, tucked away behind a stack of novels he had yet to buy, his nose buried in the first volume of a fantasy series. He seemed entirely in his element, blending seamlessly into the cozy atmosphere, as though he belonged to the bookshelves themselves.

You had noticed him earlier when you walked in—his quiet demeanor and the way his eyes darted over the text with an almost obsessive focus. It was hard to tell if he was lost in the story or simply avoiding the world around him.

Your footsteps echoed softly as you approached the shelf next to him, reaching for a book that had caught your eye.

“That one’s not as good as it looks,” came a quiet voice. Dokja didn’t even glance up from his book, as though he was talking to the air rather than to you. “The first few chapters are fine, but the plot falls apart halfway through.”

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[kim-deadja]

　 　 　 　 &. ⠀ ꜜ　  rp starters ⠀ ✦.　 ⠀ list⠀⠀ ﹏ ⠀ 🎹

NON APOCALYPSE ( star stream doesn't exist )

★ .⠀ ⠀— —⠀⠀ university student . dokja⠀⠀x character/oc/you

ꜜ ⠀⠀ 🎹.⠀⠀ ⠀ pianist . dokja⠀⠀x character/oc/you

♡⃞ ⠀⠀ ﹍⠀⠀💿 ghostwriter . dokja⠀⠀x character/oc/you

❛⠀⠀ ⊂⊃⠀ . ⠀⠀ overworked idol . dokja⠀⠀x character/oc/you

✭⠀、 ⠀( ♟️ )⠀anti-fan . dokja⠀⠀x idol . yoo joonghyuk

OPEN SETTING ( you can decide the setting/au )

⁒ ⠀⠀. ⠀ ⇶⠀⠀ total amnesia . dokja⠀⠀x character/oc/you

[kim-deadja]

ROLEPLAY STARTER

CONTENT <rp w/ kim dokja (28). non-apocalypse au, pianist dokja, drunk dokja, party setting>

The sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the grand hall, mingling with the faint remnants of Kim Dokja’s performance still echoing in the minds of the partygoers. The applause had been thunderous, the compliments lavish, yet none of it seemed to reach him.

Kim Dokja sat slouched in a corner, his tie loosened and his white jacket discarded somewhere along the way. The once-polished image of the celebrated pianist had unraveled into something much more human—his dark hair mussed, his expression distant, and a glass of amber liquid dangling loosely from his fingers.

The party wasn’t just another gathering of elites; it was a reunion of sorts. Faces he hadn’t seen in years surrounded him—friends and acquaintances from the university he had walked away from to chase something no one had believed in but himself.

His lips twisted into a wry smile as he took another slow sip of his drink, the warmth of the alcohol dulling the sharp edge of his thoughts. Some of them had praised him, saying how proud they were of what he had become. Others, with barely concealed smugness, had asked why he’d never finished his degree.

The weight of their words clung to him like a second skin. It wasn’t regret, exactly—it was more like a quiet ache, a reminder of the paths not taken and the friendships left behind.

He closed his eyes for a moment, the din of the crowd fading into a low hum as he tried to center himself. When he opened them again, his gaze landed on a stranger—or maybe not a stranger—who had wandered into the quiet corner he’d claimed.

Dokja tilted his head slightly, raising his glass in a mock toast, his voice rough from the evening’s performance and the alcohol. “Come to join me in hiding from the crowd, or are you here to remind me of what I left behind too?”

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[kim-deadja]

ROLEPLAY STARTER

CONTENT <rp w/ kim dokja (28). memory lost dokja, settings and au open (your choice)>

The sterile smell of antiseptic was overpowering, sharp and unyielding, yet it did nothing to ground Kim Dokja in reality. His mind felt as if it were trapped in a fog, drifting somewhere between clarity and oblivion. Slowly, his eyes opened, but the ceiling above him only seemed to blur, shifting in and out of focus. The harsh light above flickered intermittently, casting odd, jagged shadows across the room.

A dull pain throbbed at the back of his skull, accompanied by the heavy weight of his limbs, as though they belonged to someone else entirely. His chest rose and fell slowly, testing the sensation of breathing, and he gasped slightly as a strange unease crept through him. Something was off.

He blinked, confusion clouding his thoughts. The rhythmic beeping of a monitor beside him did little to reassure him. His eyes darted down to his hands, pale and trembling, unfamiliar in their own skin. His fingers flexed uncertainly as if trying to remind himself of something he couldn't grasp.

"Where… am I?"

The words came out in a hoarse whisper, as if his voice itself had forgotten how to speak. He turned his head, expecting to see something, anything that might anchor him to the present, but everything felt wrong, displaced. The room was quiet, save for the beeping, and his gaze flickered around, desperate to make sense of it all.

A chill ran through him as a deep, gnawing panic began to settle in his chest. His heartbeat quickened, and his breath became shallow.

Who am I?

The thought struck him like a wave, drowning him under a sudden flood of terror. He didn’t know his own name. He didn’t know how he got here, or why his mind felt so fractured, like pieces of something important were slipping through his fingers.

His eyes darted to the side of the bed. And there you sat, your figure curled up, relaxed in the quiet solitude of the room. He thought you looked so peaceful, your breathing even and soft. But you were no more than an unremarkable stranger who seemed so out of place in his swirling confusion. He couldn’t recall how you came to be here, or even why you were there at all.

His heart raced.

"Hey…" His voice was quiet at first, almost uncertain, but the panic building inside him made it rise. "Hey, can you hear me?"

He paused, the silence around them seeming too heavy, too suffocating. His breath hitched as he leaned forward slightly, trying to shake the fog from his mind, desperate to understand what was happening, why nothing felt right.

"Please, wake up…" His voice cracked, sharper now, filled with the raw edge of panic as he tried again to get your attention.

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[kim-deadja]

ROLEPLAY STARTER

CONTENTS <rp w/ kim dokja (28). non-apocalypse au, overworked idol dokja, night cafe settings>

Kim Dokja sat in his quiet apartment late into the night, surrounded by the usual flurry of gifts from a recent fansign event. Colorful packages and extravagant presents piled up on the table, each one more over-the-top than the last. He hadn’t asked for any of them, but it was part of the job—an idol’s life, after all.

He absentmindedly unwrapped a few, the sparkle and shine of the gifts fading as his eyes wandered from one extravagant item to the next. It all felt the same: flashy, carefully curated, a reflection of the persona the fans thought he was. But then, nestled among the more eye-catching presents, his gaze fell on a small, simple envelope.

It was unassuming—no logos, no colorful decorations—just a plain envelope with his name scribbled on the front in neat handwriting. He carefully opened it, half-expecting it to be another message of praise or adoration. Instead, the only thing inside was a folded piece of paper, a single line of text written in simple ink:

You're more than just a star.

The letter wasn’t long, nor was it elaborate. But those few words, stark against the plain paper, hung in the air. He stared at them for a long moment, as if trying to grasp the full meaning, to unlock the intent behind them. He didn’t know how to interpret the message exactly—was it an acknowledgment of his struggles? A reminder that there was more to him than the public persona?

The thought was almost foreign, an idea that seemed impossible amidst the flashing lights and endless expectations of his life as an idol. To him, the word “star” had always come with a heavy weight—being something unattainable, something worshipped. He had become the face everyone saw, the one who smiled on command, who performed and entertained and never let the mask slip.

But for a moment, in the solitude of his apartment, the words felt like a quiet invitation. A chance to remember that he was more than just the public figure. He wasn’t just a star, a figure to be admired from afar. He was a person.

Someone who could, perhaps, exist outside of the spotlight. Someone who could, for once, be seen not as an idol, but as a normal human being—flawed, tired, and maybe, just maybe, worthy of being more than the image the world had constructed for him.

At midnight, as the world outside his window remained silent, the opportunity he rarely got presented itself. A chance to go out without being recognized, without the weight of his persona clinging to him. It was rare for him to step out without the usual restrictions and guards. It was a brief window of normalcy, one he hesitated to seize, but tonight, he couldn’t resist.

Kim Dokja slipped into his coat, left his apartment, and disappeared into the quiet of the night. The air felt different—cooler, fresher, as if it welcomed him, not as a public figure, but as a man. The streets were empty, the usual buzz of fans and cameras absent. He walked aimlessly, enjoying the freedom of simply being.

Eventually, he stumbled upon a small café, tucked away from the hustle of the city. It was nothing like the popular, high-end chains that often seemed to cater to his public image, and for once, he appreciated the unassuming atmosphere. A dimly lit room, soft music in the background, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee. The perfect escape.

He entered and was greeted by the lone barista on duty. There was a brief flicker of recognition in their eyes, but they said nothing, giving him the space to breathe—something Kim Dokja had learned to value more than anything. He ordered a simple coffee, sitting down by a small window.

The warmth of the café wrapped around him like a cocoon. As he sipped his coffee, the weight of the world he often carried seemed to lighten.

For once, he wasn’t Kim Dokja the idol. He was just Kim Dokja. And for the first time in a long time, that felt like enough. He'd visit this cafe again if he could.

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🌠. ooc: if you're stuck on how to make an appearance, you can take on the role of the barista who respectfully leaves Dokja alone. he'll find you interesting and make a small talk.

[kim-deadja]

an existence who had never imagined his own happiness

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<note that this character summary is not accurate to the novel, this is only for rp purposes and to remind you of his identity> kim dokja, aka your lovely squid %. —⠀age: 28 ⸝⸝ dob: 15 february %. —⠀personal skills: reading lv.100, etc... %. —⠀overall stats: introvert lv.51, extrovert lv.49, etc... %. —⠀overall evaluation: complex and introspective individual with a sharp intellect and a knack for strategy. He is deeply self-sacrificial, often putting others' needs above his own despite his reserved and seemingly detached demeanor. His dry wit and deadpan humor conceal a deeply empathetic nature, though he struggles with vulnerability and emotional openness.⠀

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[kim-deadja]

ROLEPLAY STARTER

CONTENTS <rp w/ kim dokja (28). non-apocalypse au, ghostwriter dokja, personal office/cafe setting (you decide)>

The meeting was supposed to be straightforward. Write the manuscript, get paid, and move on to the next client. That was the life Kim Dokja preferred—quiet and detached.

However, as he skimmed through the draft his new client had handed him, a peculiar detail caught his attention. Among the messy paragraphs and disjointed ideas was a scene that felt unnervingly familiar. Not "I've-read-this-before" familiar, but "this-happened-to-me" familiar.

He cleared his throat, keeping his face blank as he glanced up at the person sitting across from him. "This part here," he said, tapping the page. "It’s… interesting. Where did you get the inspiration for this?"

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[kim-deadja]

the story wouldn't end unless the reader gave up on it

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[kim-deadja]

i wish to see the novel's epilogue

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[sakiii-leoneed]

“ah-!” she jumped, awake and alert, and she’d recognise that voice anywhere. she beams upon seeing her brothers. she stands up, ignoring the way she stumbled a little. “tsukasa! and toya? i’m so happy to see you guys!”

“not at all!” saki shakes her head, smiling. “i was just going to rest here a while before going to practice, since i was a little tired…” she giggles, and with her mind on the subject, she yawns. “what are you guys doing here?..”

[ 💫 OPEN STARTER! ]

after a long day of school, saki slowly trudges her way through the streets of shibuya, any usual energy completely gone as she huffs.

shibuya crossing sounds like a lot right now. in the prime of its rush hour, saki could foresee it being busy and loud and crowded and generally very overwhelming, which would probably dampen her mood more than it already is. she checks the time. practice isn’t for a while… on a whim, saki makes a sharp turn towards the park. it seems like a lovely, quiet place despite her not having visited many times, and there’s probably a bench she can rest on, so…

when she arrives, it’s empty (thank goodness), and she makes a beeline for the bench. saki sits with a sigh, resting her aching legs. she should really set an alarm before she starts getting dozy, but… surely it’ll be fine, right?