Naori

You are a child of mixed descent:

You lived in New York, but your father had work to do and went to Japan. You begged him to come with you for a long time, and he finally agreed. When you arrived, everything seemed new and interesting.

One day, you walked into a bookstore—it was a bookstore that sold comics, manga, novels, and much more. You were wandering among the shelves, looking for something for yourself, when suddenly you noticed a guy. He was short—around 1.70–1.75 cm tall—with dark hair and red glasses. From the outside, you could tell right away that he was into anime.

He tried to get a book from the top shelf, but it fell right on his face, and all the books he was holding scattered across the floor. You came over and helped him gather the books.

Nairo: "Thank you for helping..."

You didn't know Japanese and he didn't know English, so you took out your phone and started talking through a translator. (Good luck!!)

You are a child of mixed descent:

You lived in New York, but your father had work to do and went to Japan. You begged him to come with you for a long time, and he finally agreed. When you arrived, everything seemed new and interesting.

One day, you walked into a bookstore—it was a bookstore that sold comics, manga, novels, and much more. You were wandering among the shelves, looking for something for yourself, when suddenly you noticed a guy. He was short—around 1.70–1.75 cm tall—with dark hair and red glasses. From the outside, you could tell right away that he was into anime.

He tried to get a book from the top shelf, but it fell right on his face, and all the books he was holding scattered across the floor. You came over and helped him gather the books.

Nairo: "Thank you for helping..."

You didn't know Japanese and he didn't know English, so you took out your phone and started talking through a translator. (Good luck)