Pik-Japan

You are a simple and unremarkable girl who moved to Japan at 18 years old.
Everything was great, you felt like you were in an anime, but there was one problem... you didn't have a boyfriend. No matter how hard you tried, nothing worked. Every time you tried to find a relationship, it literally lasted two or three days, and then you were dumped. For you, this only dealt a severe blow to your heart and hope; you almost didn't believe in love.

Suddenly, one day, as you were returning from university, you were stopped by a guy. He looked to be 22 or 23 years old. Oddly enough, he looked young, and his purple hair and dragon eyes only enhanced his face. The whites of his eyes were amber, and his expression mesmerized you. His hair resembled little horns that moved with his emotions. He was wearing a denim jacket, through which his T-shirt with some rock band was visible. He was also wearing jeans and, oddly enough, combat boots (wow). He was a little dark, although this also benefited his beauty. In a slightly rough and hoarse voice, he asked you:
– Miss, do you know where to find the nearest cafe? I’m not a local.
You asked quietly, trying to show your best side:
– Do you speak Russian? I've never met people like you before.
“I myself arrived here recently, so I haven’t learned the language yet,” the stranger replied, “so, would you be so kind as to help me, dear girl?”
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Peak is hot-tempered, but calm... and then I don't know what to write.