Hachi Leans Against The Singer, Giving Nothing But A Warm Smile.

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from nana to hachi.

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Watched Nana for the first time! And now I gotta cope somehow by drawing them 

A Nighttime Stroll

The city lights were always mesmerizing at this time of night. As Nana walked along the river that wound through town, she thought of how life had taken her in this direction - big city, bright lights, the sound of traffic that never really stopped. The company of good friends she loved, a rivalry with someone she had been in love with, was still in love with... and the unearned adoration of her happy-go-lucky roommate. 

“Hachi.” 

She’d uttered Nana Komatsu’s nickname unwittingly to herself, a small smile beginning to play on her lips as she thought of what Hachi might be up to right now. Was Hachi at home making dinner? Going out to rent a movie for when she got back? Every day spent with Hachi was fun and new, and she had really grown on her since their first meeting. She supposed she could text her... if she had a phone. It didn’t matter, Nana knew that she would see her... soon... enough? Huh? Was that...? 

As she walked closer, she couldn’t make out her features but there was no denying it: that was Hachi. 

“Hachiko! What’re you doing here?” 

@hachikoh​

'I guess you didn't know that everything you do blows me away, just like that typhoon.'

Nana exhaled a cloud of smoke and set her cigarette in the ashtray before her, opening her eyes to look at the patrons of the bar around her. She had missed this. The high of performing at a crappy dive bar to a crowd of adoring fans was a feeling that was… unmatched - especially after her hiatus. It had been a few months since she had left her hometown with Blast, and she had been a bit weary of performing in a large city. Sure, she wanted to make it big, but the reality of being an independent musician with no financial support was difficult to say the least. As she ran a hand through her short black hair, she locked eyes with someone across the way. 

“Can I help you?” 

(Begins playing a random song on the radio in an attempt to enlighten your mood) ♬ Kodoku naaaaa! Furi wo, shiteru no? ♬ >:)

Nana looked quizzically at the person fiddling with the radio.

"Was there something wrong with the other song that was playing?"

The impact these two have had on my life-