I've decided to stick to "slice of life", and starting a new story should help.

I tend to always stick to "Vocaloid" because the characters are very universal to use in stories, compared to regular anime characters who fully has a set personality and back story. It really make things flexible. I hope you guys enjoy.


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Chapter 1: Importance

Len's P.O.V.

1:13 p.m.


"To learn to be sympathetic is one step that can either gain a bad or good reaction. The reason why I say this is because people tend to feel bad for others, but it is only when an individual has pride that misconstrue sympathy as a sign that makes it seem like others are percieving them as weak, causes them to take it the wrong way. When this happens, it is then realized empathy is what is needed." The professor began to explain as he walked across the room, eyeing each one of us as we each began taking down notes.

`I've been taking this class for almost two months, and it's crazy because I still feel so far off. ... Not in a sense of me not getting the material, but the fact that I feel like I don't know what the hell I'm doing all the time.' I silently thought to myself as I clicked my pen and sat it to the side of my notebook, peering at the professor through the lens of my glasses. `I knew that I wasn't the type to see what was the sense of going to college to do the same stuff I did in high school; so I managed to take a simpler route and got a quick license in counseling adults part-time. ... Now I'm going on twenty-four, barely making a living.'

`I've decided to attempt going to college now that I have a little extra money to afford a few classes; hopefully to get an associate's degree in Therapy. It sucks to know a bachelor's is always Wanted, but it's so expensive, and I wasn't smart enough to earn scholarships after high school. ... It's all a financial setup.'

As Professor Kamui wrote the new assignment on the board, he turned on his heel to face everyone and said, "Alright everyone; your new assignment is to read over chapter six in your Psychology book, covering on how to detect emotion through body language. There won't be a quiz, but we will be having an open class discussion on the material. So be prepared to share your thoughts and theories. And I encourage all of you to have some discussions with your classmates." Sitting his marker down on his desk, he moved some of his bangs away from his face and dismissed us to go home.

Right when he dismissed us, I scooped my notebook and pen into my tan handbag, and quickly stood from my seat to make my way out the class.

As usual, my friend, Gumi, rushed over next to me so we could walk out the class together.

Typically we sit on opposite ends of the class because we know we'd talk to eachother throughout lecture, and would prefer not to tick off the prefessor anytime soon. But I've been friends with her ever since the first day of class after we had to play "ice-breaker" with other classmates.

We happened to share many things in common; especially our views of school. Unlike me, Gumi became a college drop-out six months after she enrolled when she was eighteen. After that she had just been working at a music store for years; but it paid off since she was promoted to being the manager recently. She only decided to go back to school so she could incorporate music with Psychology; hence why she's taking the same courses as me.

But her aesthetic always matched everything she does. Many would try to bash her quietly by calling her a hippie all because she has dreads, yet I think they're pretty on her. They weren't too long; barely past her shoulders, some of her hair were loose and wavy, matching her bangs. Her hair was a deep green, yet her eyes were orange. She always wore a gold septum piercing on her nose.

Her left arm was covered in nothing but a sleeve of tattoos, whereas I only had one tattoo on the back of my neck. It was still pretty fresh since she went with me last month to go get it.

She wore a maroon tank-top that stopped mid-stomach. Her harem pants nearly resembled my own, except they were a light beige as she wore sandles that matched her shirt. While I wore or a dark brown pair of harem pants, white v-neck, and a beige boho cardigan.

"One thing I'll admit is that I love how we barely get any quizes. I feel like I'm too old to stress over stuff like that." She pipped up as we stepped outside the Psyche department. "I'm surprised you didn't put your hair in a bun today, but I dig the length of your hair." She then pointed out.

"Yeah, I got lazy. I usually keep my hair at most shoulder-length, but I let it grow too long, so it's harder to put it in a decent bun." I sighed. "Now it's down my back and shit."

"But it looks good! I think you should shave the back of your hair like those cool designs, so when you put it in a bun, it'll be easier and will look good." She suggested. `That actually sounds like a cute idea. Besides, when I go to work, I can just put my hair down to hide both the style and my tattoo so my manager won't say shit to me.' I briefly thought to myself.

"I'll have to set some time to find someone to do it. Most of these salons only stick to traditional designs" I rolled my eyes.

"Which is why you should check out the guy I hired a few days ago. I got to know him a little to find out his sister is pretty good at cutting peoples hair. He seems pretty chill, so I'm sure if we talk to him, he'll give you a hook-up." She mentioned. "But seriously, there's an underground indie rap show down by the Shibyua district. He told me about it and said if we go before nine, we can get in free. It'd be a perfect opportunity to talk to him, ya'know?"

"Free? ... I guess we can go. I don't really have a client scheduled for today, so it'd be nice to have some fun; especially if it's free." Tossing my hair to the side, I then dug through my pocket to pull out my phone to check the time. "We got a while till the show starts, so we can probably get some take-out and chill at my place; get a pre-buzz before we head out again." I suggested; causing her to nod her head in agreement.

"Sounds dope; oh, and the guys name is Kaito, just so you can put a name to his face for when we see him later."

`Kaito? I'll try my best to remember, but no promises. "Alright." Clicking my tongue, the corner of my lips tugged into a small smile as I knudged her on the side. "So! From a scale of one to ten, how cute is he?"

"Pfft!" She quickly began to laugh as she lightly pushed me by the shoulder. "I don't know what help it'd do to ask a lesbian for an opinion like that."

`The help is the fact I need to know who I'm dealing with if I'm going to ask for free favors. I'm always on a budget just to get by paying these bills. If I need to flirt to get a free hair style, I will'