A cold, summer day. A hot, winter night. Ironic isn't it? How yet the hottest and coldest seasons of the year can blend and envelop each other's characteristics as if it was normal. Now, think about the seasons as if they were a person, two certain individuals who were so alike and yet so different that they fit like magnets, but to the naked eye seem so apart.
Len Kagamine, a 14 year old boy who was as energetic and adventurous as a teenage boy should be, had an appearance that seemed gleaming as a summer day, yet deep inside, in his own heart, he was as cold as could be. He couldn't fathom to give true emotions or anything deeper to anyone or anything, fronting to prevent people to try and break into what Len Kagamine is actually all about.
Luka Megurine, an 18 year old woman who seemed as mature and elegant just as a woman should, gave off the appearance that seemed as cool and clean as a winter night, yet just as Len, except opposite, deep down she wanted to just shine onto someone and pour out her warmest and most burningly passionate feelings, just giving the world to someone and wanting to be as warm as possible. She could understand on giving true feelings and being everything to someone, yet on the outside it would seem as if she wasn't about that at all, so she put on a front to prevent anyone to try and get past her front, and find out what Luka Megurine is all about.
For the first time, Len decided to go to a coffee shop just to give it a try and see what it's like in that atmosphere, for someone as young and upbeat as he was. Stepping into the shop, a strong smell of coffee was instantly picked up to which he promptly twitched his nose at, it was interesting to say in the least. A wide smile brought to his face, he approached the counter and stared at the menu for a bit before smiling towards the cashier and asking, "What's the best thing you recommend?" with a tune as happy as ever, and an expression that could only be described as pure sunshine. The cashier smiled back and told him to try a *insert name of a really good coffee here*, to which he promptly paid for and received later. What he failed to notice was that the shop was getting packed to a point where he might have to share a seat, and a pink haired woman with an open seat caught his attention. Quickly approaching over with a smile as warm as his coffee, he waved and popped a question, "Ah, hello stranger! I'm sorry if this is too much to ask but may I sit here?" She nodded and gestured to the seat, "Sure. I don't mind." He pulled the chair and sat in it comfortably, and he tried to make some small talk to play down the awkwardness. "Right! I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Len Kagamine! Sorry for bothering you at this table, hehe.." Rubbing his head softly, she replied back quickly, with a cold-ish tone, "Megurine Luka. Forget it or not, I don't really care. Up to you." Len could definitely feel some sort of hostility from her and deep down it pissed him off enough, but he wouldn't bring that out ever.
"U-uh, alright, I won't forget it! Mhm, right there in the Len Dome!" He giggled at his own term for his brain, and received nothing from the other person. 'Seems like a tough nut to crack, what's with this bitch? She's so… me. That's not a good thing. That's never a good thing!'
She on the other hand, stared him down with a cold gaze that could freeze you in a couple seconds, 'Ahh, he's so sweet and endearing! What a lovely young boy, reminds me of myself 3 But again, that isn't always a good thing!~' "Alright, I'm not too sure what you're trying to do here making small talk, but I'm not interested." Len looked at her puzzled, knowing full well what she aimed at with that comment and he smirked (mentally.) "I'm not trying anything! You're a very pretty lady, that is true, but I'm just looking to make new friends and have a fun time!" It's as if he just couldn't stop smiling, what was with him? Doesn't his face hurt? Her look sharpened down to a glare that felt like it went on for years, and after about 15 minutes of awkward silence, the place started to clear up and Len felt like he had bothered her for too long. "Ah, space! I'll take my leave now, sorry for bothering you so much. To make up for it, here's my number! Just call or text me whenever you need something." Handing her a slip of paper that he quickly wrote his number on, he quickly left before she could reply or even glare. "What an interesting guy he is.."/"What a bitch that girl is."
As Len got home, his disposition changed to how he normally is, and he chucked his shirt off and put some headphones in, listening to a random song on his playlist appropriately titled "Fuck Off", which had songs from many artists including himself. While listening to his music he began to think about the day he just spent at the shop, and coincidentally, a text was sent to him from someone that wasn't a contact in his phone. He was confused a bit until he read the text and immediately knew who it was,
XXX-0155: "You owe me coffee tomorrow, if you don't bring me it you owe me two the next day after."
He mentally spat at the text and called her a bunch of expletives but might as well agreed, maybe he could get something out of this. Smash and dash? He'd done this before and eventually ditched it but soon felt an urge to do it again, he wanted to see what she was like in that sort of circumstance.
