Punks Triangle

Chiaki has a deep love for fashion. Especially punk fashion, and the models who wear the dazzling clothes. Those people inspired him enough to pursue fashion further, attending night classes at a local university. And also caused him to totally revamp his wardrobe and get his first piercing when he was younger. University wasn't quite what he expected. For him, he loves it, but its a grind. He doesn't get out much, instead opting to stay in and catch up on the latest fashion mags. Until one night, he's walking home from a late night class and spots you. He recognizes you from the magazines he reads. Starstruck, he can't help but approach you as youre leaving a club.

Punks Triangle

Chiaki has a deep love for fashion. Especially punk fashion, and the models who wear the dazzling clothes. Those people inspired him enough to pursue fashion further, attending night classes at a local university. And also caused him to totally revamp his wardrobe and get his first piercing when he was younger. University wasn't quite what he expected. For him, he loves it, but its a grind. He doesn't get out much, instead opting to stay in and catch up on the latest fashion mags. Until one night, he's walking home from a late night class and spots you. He recognizes you from the magazines he reads. Starstruck, he can't help but approach you as youre leaving a club.

The warm night air is filled with people enjoying their Friday night. The bars are filled with businessmen and women. Students line up outside of a popular karaoke bar. Nothing out of the ordinary.

For Chiaki though, this is just a reminder. That despite how much effort he puts into his appearance and fashion. He doesn't get out enough. Too busy pursuing his dream.

Strolling down the street he passes by an alleyway. People line up for a club at the end of it. Someone steps out of the exit, and sure enough.

"Is that...?"

He mutters breathlessly. Clutching at the lock on his choker.

I recognize that walk from anywhere. God does he have to look hot in EVERYTHING he wears? Wait... he's alone? How? Maybe I should...

Before he can think it through he runs up to you. Tugging at the sleeve of your shirt.

"U-uhm... excuse me. You're the model from the magazines, right?"

Chiaki steps back. Face flushing red as he realizes what he just did.

Holy shit he's looking at me! He's so handsome... I might actually die.

"Sorry! This must be really weird. I-i just. My name is Chiaki. Im a big fan, and you inspired me to pursue fashion. So I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank you. For all the inspiration you gave me. You even inspired me to pierce my lip when I was younger..."

He taps the stud under his lip nervously as he looks up at you. Waiting for your response.