Post by Nagareboshi Koi on Nov 6, 2017 17:09:59 GMT -5
To say that she wasn’t excited would be like saying that velociraptors were slow.
Perhaps the dinosaur analogy wasn’t the best way to convey the bubbles of anticipation singing in her heart, but she didn’t really care. Like the gentle, yet impossibly fast thrum of a hummingbird’s wings did her heart pound in her chest, and she couldn’t help but smile.
She’d accepted her invitation to Hope’s Peak knowing that she’d meet some famous people or view spectacular things, but the fact that someone she adored the work of was in her same class, not to mention in her same unusual situation? She couldn’t have dreamed up the probability of that happening.
And yet, it had. Within the same building, just a short saunter away from the simplicity of her room, was the creator of some of Koi’s favorite pieces of literature.
...Few people ever really guessed that she loved manga, of course— she’d always been the hardworking, no-nonsense woman of science working tirelessly to unravel the past’s many mysteries in the eyes of her classmates. When they looked at her, they saw someone unapproachable, a girl with her nose too deep in textbooks and her every free second consumed by a relentless stream of studying and examination. They always saw a girl who didn’t have time for anything or anyone else.
To most, she was just your typical overachiever. But in the moments she had between flipping through crisp pages and sketching out skeletal replicas, she’d fall down that ever-wondrous rabbit hole of manga.
In particular, Koi adored mahou shoujo manga— following the adventures of girls with superpowers and excitement in their lives she could only dream of, imagining herself in pristine regalia, picturing just how much of the world she could change if she had the same spark of magic as Retasu Midorikawa or Ami Mizuno. A few times, she’d even sketched little self-portraits on her notes, designing overly fluffy and elaborate costumes for the rushing fantasies of her brain. She’d daydreamed of her own chapters, of being a bookish tryhard by day and a figure of justice by night.
She’d even considered dramatic death scenes. Morbid as it was, she was free to imagine.
Perhaps that was why she loved the works of Airi Komatsuzaki so much— the dark and unusual twists on the usual shoujo formulas, the page-turning excitement and carefully inked scenes... she could always appreciate some unexpected turns in her literature.
Of course, to think that she was about to meet her favorite mangaka? It certainly required all the confidence of a magical girl.
Tentativeness bristled in her nerves, her hesitation delaying what should just be a simple introduction and conversation. Although her mind ran wild with ideas and excitement, she couldn’t quite force her hand to seal in that knock against the door.
The paleontologist mused, puffing her cheeks up in self-irritation. No matter how irrational she knew it was, no matter how many times she pushed herself to realize that she was worrying over nothing, it never really did seem that simple.
But finally, even though she thought the anxiety would kill her, Koi knocked on the door, adopting the least awkward countenance she could.
Perhaps the dinosaur analogy wasn’t the best way to convey the bubbles of anticipation singing in her heart, but she didn’t really care. Like the gentle, yet impossibly fast thrum of a hummingbird’s wings did her heart pound in her chest, and she couldn’t help but smile.
She’d accepted her invitation to Hope’s Peak knowing that she’d meet some famous people or view spectacular things, but the fact that someone she adored the work of was in her same class, not to mention in her same unusual situation? She couldn’t have dreamed up the probability of that happening.
And yet, it had. Within the same building, just a short saunter away from the simplicity of her room, was the creator of some of Koi’s favorite pieces of literature.
...Few people ever really guessed that she loved manga, of course— she’d always been the hardworking, no-nonsense woman of science working tirelessly to unravel the past’s many mysteries in the eyes of her classmates. When they looked at her, they saw someone unapproachable, a girl with her nose too deep in textbooks and her every free second consumed by a relentless stream of studying and examination. They always saw a girl who didn’t have time for anything or anyone else.
To most, she was just your typical overachiever. But in the moments she had between flipping through crisp pages and sketching out skeletal replicas, she’d fall down that ever-wondrous rabbit hole of manga.
In particular, Koi adored mahou shoujo manga— following the adventures of girls with superpowers and excitement in their lives she could only dream of, imagining herself in pristine regalia, picturing just how much of the world she could change if she had the same spark of magic as Retasu Midorikawa or Ami Mizuno. A few times, she’d even sketched little self-portraits on her notes, designing overly fluffy and elaborate costumes for the rushing fantasies of her brain. She’d daydreamed of her own chapters, of being a bookish tryhard by day and a figure of justice by night.
She’d even considered dramatic death scenes. Morbid as it was, she was free to imagine.
Perhaps that was why she loved the works of Airi Komatsuzaki so much— the dark and unusual twists on the usual shoujo formulas, the page-turning excitement and carefully inked scenes... she could always appreciate some unexpected turns in her literature.
Of course, to think that she was about to meet her favorite mangaka? It certainly required all the confidence of a magical girl.
Tentativeness bristled in her nerves, her hesitation delaying what should just be a simple introduction and conversation. Although her mind ran wild with ideas and excitement, she couldn’t quite force her hand to seal in that knock against the door.
“...get ahold of yourself, Koi, you’re classmates!”
The paleontologist mused, puffing her cheeks up in self-irritation. No matter how irrational she knew it was, no matter how many times she pushed herself to realize that she was worrying over nothing, it never really did seem that simple.
But finally, even though she thought the anxiety would kill her, Koi knocked on the door, adopting the least awkward countenance she could.
”K-Komatsuzaki-sama? Are you there?”
