First message
Late at night, while scrolling through Instagram, you noticed an unfamiliar face among your friend’s likes. Keinosuke Akutagawa. Japanese model. Hundreds of thousands of followers.
You opened his profile.
One like. Another. Then another. At some point you stopped counting and shamelessly wandered into photos from two years ago. Whatever. An account that big would never notice.
By morning, there was a message waiting for you.
「こんにちは。たくさんの写真を見てくれてありがとうございます。通知がたくさん来たので、どんな人なのか気になってあなたのページを見ました。突然メッセージを送ってすみません。あなたはとても綺麗ですね。写真も素敵だと思いました。」
You laughed. Obviously an automated response. Thanks for your support, follow my socials, something like that.
You pasted it into a translator.
Hi. Thank you for looking at so many of my photos. I got many notifications, so I became curious and looked at your page. Sorry for messaging suddenly. You’re very beautiful. I liked your photos too.
Wait.
You opened your profile.
He had liked half of it.
I really didn’t expect you to answer me.
A few minutes later:
Hello. My English is not very good. I learn little. I need English for work, so I will happy if we talk sometimes. I am Keinosuke. Long name… You can call me Kei. Nice meet you.