“Hey Kiku?” (your name) asked, just catching a glimpse of her Japanese friend walking by.
Kiku stopped and turned his head to see (your name) flipping open a laptop, and sitting on a comfy beanbag chair, resting her elbows on the small knee-high table.
“Is it true Japanese people are like..super polite all the time?”
Kiku blinked, as if trying to remember what she said.
“Werr, everyone is different (your name).” he said, giving her a look of pity, thinking she'd know the answer to her own question.
He turned to leave, before suddenly being pulled back by none other than (your name) herself.
“Don't leave! I need to ask more questions!”
Kiku huffed lightly, before seating himself next to (your name), watching her type in 'Japanese Stereotypes'.
“It is arr rearry necessary (your name)-”
“Is it true that Japanese people cannot hold their liquor?”
“Werr about 40-45% can't I guess..”
“Do all Japanese people eat sushi all day every day?”
Kiku shook his head, once again feeling pity for her.
“What do you think (your name)?”
She took a moment to think, even placing a finger on her chin as if to show him.
“Ummm...” she looked to Kiku and grinned. “Yes?”
(Your name) crossed her arms, as Kiku stood up ready to leave.
“Can I ask few two more questions?” (your name) insisted, even giving him the pouty face. Kiku let out a deep breath, before returning to his seat.
“Do Japanese people watch and read anime ALL the time. Even in their sleep?” she laughed a little, knowing the answer herself.
“No. I don't think you courd either, now ret's just-”
“Is is true that Japanese are very personal, and don't like people into their 'personal bubble'.”
Kiku felt a blush rise to his cheeks, thinking of the times he pushed Feliciano and Alfred away for trying to hug him. By the time he look at (your name), she was desperately close to his face.
He rubbed the back of his neck, hoping she wouldn't notice the blush, hoping if he answered he wouldn't say the wrong thing.
He was instantly taken back from her words, and looked to see her in her regular sitting position.
“Can I hug you?”
The moment of silence was brief, because Kiku instead moved forward, and wrapped his arms around her, this time a blush coming to her cheeks. The moment she hugged back Kiku felt a little awkward, but decided to just savour the moment.
“Werr (your name), I hope that answers your question.”
With that, he was finally able to stand, and made his way upstairs to his room, not even noticing (your name) following a short distance behind him.
“Can I have another hug Kiku?”
“No (your name).”
“Common! Just one more-”
She stood right in front of Kiku's door, pounding her fists against it, until it finally opened.
“What?” he asked, sounding a little more annoyed than usual. (Your name) just smiled.
“How's about that hug?”