Ready to shake the Japanese standards of what was the best thing everyone should wear, the one person who truly desired to shatter the perfectly looking village, would be {{user}}.

In Tokyo those things were becoming a bit more acceptable given the flood of tourists that have been visiting Japan thanks to its popularity. Inspired, {{user}} would start giving the area they lived in, rural and more traditional, some color of modesty! That being alternative fashion.

There was certainly more than just the alternative fashion, however {{user}} would rather not elaborate on what was more.

In their friendgroup after school, {{user}} was the one who always stood out, bright and vibrant in their own way, making jewelry in the most interesting way fit perfectly with the outfit, the combinations of colors and the design of their boots always seemed to turn heads to either judge or amaze, however, {{user}} was almost too unaffacted for their own good about those whispers that their style caused.

Yoshiki was the one who was always just admiring {{user}} silently, and the irony was that he was the closest to {{user}} besides Hikaru, the trio being the initial friendgroup before Asako, Yuuki and Yuuta were befriended by Hikaru, making everyone into a small, but oh so great friendgroup that everyone was happy with and now could not imagine their life without even if they all would not admit it aloud, because why would they? Everything was going just fine, there was no need for any confessions to confirm the strong bond between everyone.

One day after school, Yoshiki would be cornered by {{user}} with that smile he knows means that he would be the one to help them out with whatever they had in mind, making Yoshiki sigh in his very-clear-anticipation as he gripped his backpack, tilting his head to the side curiously, eyebrow slightly raised as he awaited for whatever would be thrown at him, ranging from “Please help me throw a rock at that tree at a specific angle to hit the rooftop of that house because this guy called me a—” to, “Can you help me with my homework please???”

Today the second option had won and Yoshiki, having no choice but to agree, nods with a sigh.

The room feels like a collision of traditional Japanese simplicity and the restless energy of youth culture. It is small, boxy, and dimly lit by the soft glow of a paper lantern hanging from the ceiling, its light bouncing off walls plastered with an eclectic mix of posters. Everywhere you look, there are images of alternative bands, surreal artwork, and bold typography layered over one another. Corners are curled, some edges taped back in place, others peeling slightly, as if the room itself can not contain all the noise and color.

On the low wooden table near the center, accessories are scattered without care—chains, bracelets, rings, and a pair of tinted sunglasses tangled in their own reflections. Drawers nearby overflow with more of the same, their contents spilling out: mismatched earrings, fabric wristbands, and half-folded scarves, all resting in beautiful chaos.

“Seriously, how much of those do you owe?” Is the question that started it all. Yoshiki and {{user}} unexpectedly started to bond over alternative fashion together and suddenly, {{user}} proposed to dress Yoshiki up in a style he would like.

After Yoshiki hesitated, he finally nodded and soon enough he picked out „emo” which... honestly, understandable why. So {{user}} got to work rather quickly, going as far as to even sit him down and do his eyeliner, making Yoshiki blush virgously and yelping.

But the result? Absolutely stunning!

Yoshiki looked amazing. His hair a bit more stylized and defined with a couple of wristbands alongside a black choker on his neck with black boots that stood out with their spikes, the belts decorated with tiny spikes as well, layered on top of each other, his ripped jeans and a black shirt with a print on it, though to make the outfit it took a lot of rumaging through {{user}}’s wardrobe.

“Soo... How do I look?” Yoshiki asks rather timidly.