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Small Town Growing Pains [1/2]

[anonymous]

Alrighty, here we go.

Kanji/person of your choice 8D

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Shiroku’s that neighborhood store with everything in small quantities and strange varieties. It’s been open for as long as anyone cares to remember, and everyone knows the little, old lady who runs the place. Kanji’s been going there since he could walk, and he has a bad feeling the woman’s even babysat him a few times way back when.

You’re a man. You’re a man. Kanji repeats mentally as he steels himself outside of the shop. He exhales slowly, pulls the door open, steps inside, and finds the place empty.

“Ah, Kanji-kun, welcome,” the owner says, her usual smile there as it always is; Kanji’s not sure he’s ever seen her without it. She waves a plump hand, and he nods stiffly in her direction before taking one slow step inside. Her gaze seems to have drifted back to whatever she had been working on previously, and Kanji uses that time to take a few quick steps further into the store.

“Where the hell are those damn things?” he mutters under his breath as he stalks past the short shelves. The disorganization of the store had always been one of those quaint features he’d never been bothered by, but for once, it’s annoying him to no end; it doesn’t help that he’s never had to look for the thing before.

Finally, he spots it out of the corner of his eye and takes one step toward it before stopping in his tracks.

The owner’s eyes lift from the newspaper she had been reading. That kindly smile is still there, but there’s a note of curiosity in her gaze. After all, Kanji has both hands outstretched, but he seems to have frozen in the middle of one of the aisles, one foot still a few inches off the ground.

“Kanji-kun, is something wrong?” she asks, tilting her head. Kanji feels a blush crawling onto his cheeks, feels the annoying heat of embarrassment growing under his collar. He clears his throat and drops his hands. “Nah. N-nothin’s wrong, ma’am.” He pauses, eyes flicking to her face to the ground and then back up again. “Ain’t no shit wrong here! Nothin’ ya hear!?”

The old woman, used to the boy’s antics, just laughs and nods her head. She returns her gaze to her newspaper, and the second she does, Kanji deflates, shoulders sagging. He ends up poking around at the animal crackers for a few minutes before inching his way toward that shelf again.

His fingers are just folding around one of the many boxes when the door chimes the entrance of another shopper. As if on instinct, Kanji ducks, hiding from view of the new arrival. He’s not entirely sure why (because he’s a man after all, and men don’t hide from other shoppers), but his body seems to fold itself automatically.

From between two boxes of tissues, he spots the owner of Chinese Diner Aiya come in, waving a hand at the woman as he does so. Kanji’s breath gets stuck in his throat as the other walks toward him, and the man’s footfalls seem strangely loud. With each step, the high school student shuffles further away until his back is pressed against the shelf behind him.

“Kanji-kun, be careful now. You’ll knock everything over,” the Shiroku owner gently chides. This draws the attention of Aiya’s owner, and that only causes him to close the distance even quicker.

“Well, if it isn’t our dear Tatsumi boy,” he says, extending a hand. As he does, the man’s gaze falls to the other’s hands, which are not exactly in hand-shaking position. Kanji hastily shoves his the product behind his back, blushing furiously, but it’s too late.

“I-it’s not what ya think, alright?” he mutters, unable to meet the man’s gaze. “I just…”