Yo! Nice to meet you guys. My name is Phil, and this is my first fic on this site. This is still a work in progress, so please, tell me what you think! Reviews are always appreciated!

As Kousaka Honoka dreams away after last night's binge watching of the Air Jordan reviews and the Yeezy Season 2 fashion show, Honoka finds herself in quite the predicament.

The mind of Kousaka Honoka is an enigma, with her dreams running as quickly as semen outside of a vagina after a really badly performed pullout. Her mind was influenced, "tainted" if you will, by the oddball culture of western "hypebeasts" she had found just 2 months ago. Long gone were the days of browsing Shounen Jump and Dengeki G magazines as Honoka would start browsing sites like Complex Style and Hypebeast, among sneaker-dedicated sites such as Kicks on Fire or Sole Collector. This was proven by her, um, unique dreams that a normal schoolgirl of Japan would not be proud of having.

In tonight's dream, Honoka hears the doorbell ring in a mainstream-sounding tone.

"Hello?" she asks, opening the door. There was a package lain on the doorstep with stickers and marks denoting its pass through international customs. She brought it into her home, not being able to fathom its contents. As Honoka laid the surprisingly light box onto the table, something in her mind clicked. Very loudly.

"Maybe," she says to herself, "maybe I finally won a raffle!" Honoka then looked to the delivery information slapped on the side of the box.

"Sent from America," the label read in katakana, making Honoka slightly wet as she unfolded the phrase.

"No way!" Honoka exclaims, releasing an orgasmic voice at the thought. She then ripped open the poor box with the force of a thousand suns, revealing not a familiar grey shoe box containing the coveted pair of Adidas Yeezy Boost 750's, but a single letter placed on a pile of packing peanuts. A letter, with Kanye West's own signature. That, and words that formed the phrase "YOU AIN'T GOT NO YEEZY'S NIGGA".

Honoka woke up from the nightmare to the earth-shattering, orgasm-inducing shriek that was her smartphone alarm.

"FUCKIN' KANYE DAMNIT!" the hypebeast roared as she awoke. From her room, the littlest Kousaka, Yukiho, yells back, "STOP WORSHIPPING THAT PIECE OF TRASH!"

"YEEZUS IS NOT TRASH YUKIHO, HE IS LORD." Honoka yells back to her imouto-chan.

"Honoka! Yukiho! Keep it down!" Their mother stopped the dispute, which was amazing, since it the clock currently read 5:47. In the morning.

Honoka grudgingly got out of bed, and prepared herself some toast. No butter, no jam, just precisely toast. After that, she had herself an enlightening shower, adding some Japanese soul to Jay-Z's "Otis". Honoka quickly slipped out of the shower and into her favorite Givenchy Rottweiler collar tee, a black BAPE shark head hoodie, khaki joggers, and a coveted pair of tan camo Supreme Jordan 5's. She tied up her hair into her signature side pigtail thing and swaggered out of her home. She was the greeted by her two childhood friends, Umi Sonoda and Kotori Minami.

I know that this doesn't seem like much so far, but I promise you that there will be more to come. Stay tuned for more! -Phil