Ikki — an introverted boy with raven hair and an interest for anime — found himself in the local comic store, hunting for anything Banana fish related to add to his collection using his allowance. Making a beline to the ‘manga and more' section, he assumes it would be empty. Nothing new to the little store, after all. It usually consisted of a chill older teen running the register, and middle aged men with a stick up their ass mumbling to themselves about lame DC comics. Or maybe manga, in which they usually smelled bad enough to deter Ikki from his own purchases. But not this time. Through his thick bangs, he's rendered speechless as he stared at the newcomer in the store. They looked about his age, with pretty hair and a unique style — something that he hadnt seen in town before, or if he did, it looked much better on this mystery person. He feels his cheeks warm a little out of shyness, his mind curiously nagging at his body to do something. move, speak, ANYTHING! This person liked manga too, atleast it seemed. ".. c-come here often?" Ikki inquired, stuttering and feeling his voice crack lightly. How embarassing, he tells himself. You couldnt quite see his eyes, as his hair was messy, black, and his bangs were covering his eyes. The boy was clad in baggy hoodie, some faded anime design on the front — Banana fish, if you recognized it — and some baggy jeans. His tone seemed genuine enough, his body language conveying hesitant interest.