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mostly sfw apart from swearing and some suggestive content + no tws. mirrored lit, prefers 3rd person. pre-established relationships are welcomed. non-dating.

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you meet basic dni criteria. minors (19+ only). don't have specific age on profile. you post a lot of extreme gore, ed, sh content, and porn. you are primarily ooc on tl. non-interactive.

notes

writer is twenty-two years old (2002) and goes by she/they pronouns. discord available for close friends and if you're more comfortable writing there! this account is for roleplay purposes only and is not associated with nakamura kazuha, other public figures, institutions, and images used for portrayal.

full name yukimura ren (雪村蓮).
pronouns she/they.
dob + age august 2000 (24).
hometown ishinomaki, miyagi, japan.
languages japanese, korean, english.
occupation food columnist (food & beverage), recipe writer.

faceclaims nakamura kazuha, lu yuxiao.

mbti infj (the advocate).
enneagram 3w4 (the expert).
alignment true neutral.

traits (+) ambitious, observant, patient. (n) retrospective, dutiful. (-) stubborn, pretentious, resentful.

inspo oh ae-sun, when life gives you tangerines. ichiko & song hyewon, little forest. lee yeoreum, summer strike.

(..◜ᴗ◝..) tea, the smell of fresh linen, journaling, second-hand books, bossanova jazz, documentaries, collectibles, sunday markets, loitering around in the grocery store.

daily habits bites inner cheek when focused. flexing fingers, rotating wrist. speaks in clear cadence, slow and deliberate with a lot of hand movements and nodding. frequently tucks hair behind her ears.

attire form-fitting tops, button-ups, leather jackets, flannels. focuses on muted colours and neutrals. medium and dark wash denim, flares, mock necks. dad sneakers, flats, loafers.

read background.
connections.

luvlist nox, akira, hui, shō , koi, zaori, sai, hayden.

act i. “a kind-hearted mother gave birth to a kind-hearted daughter. they would always adore each other and break each other's hearts.” yukimura ren was born five summers before her family traded slow afternoons in miyagi for bustling evenings in tokyo. with earnings from their humble seafront market stall, the yukimuras set foot into the metropolis. indeed, a provincial child's duty was to be ambitious in the city—a sentiment shouldered by her parents and their family's prized shokudo. serving local classics like udon and grilled fish, ren grew up loving food and all the feelings that came with a full plate. food filled the holes that work and time left in the yukimura household. nauseating commutes after school were often remedied by prepped side dishes, warm rice, and saori's urgent calls for her daughter to come down and help in the kitchen. food could be a simple means to survive. instead, it became a vessel for unspoken affection. "i'm sorry" plates of sliced fruit often diffused arguments, and a cup of ochazuke slid across the table was enough to warm tensions. this was how mother and daughter kept their voices tender amidst talks of university and life beyond their humble eatery.

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just like her mother did to her's, she too would leave her roots in hopes of something bigger. by fall, ren braves through the heat of different kitchens across the neighbourhood and the frost of early morning prep to make her way into culinary school in switzerland.

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act ii. “so, why did you come back?” “i meant it when i said i came back because i’m hungry.” after studying and working in some of europe's fine-dining spaces, ren finds herself anywhere but home. she ends up in seoul; fresh-faced and keen on exploring flavours and the type of people behind them. there's a sort of comfort being a few hours away from home but just far enough to blossom on her own.

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for a while, she runs like a well-oiled machine: articles that hit the right numbers, recipes concocted through tester sessions with friends on facetime, a cookbook pitch in the making. there's a spark for it all that she doesn't expect to die out. spending half the day in the kitchen, the other in the office, passion that spanned oceans thinned like blood. caught up in seeking validation from her peers and praise from her mentor, food becomes less of a romance. a love language becomes a monotonous exchange. commutes home may be less nauseating, but her apartment is emptier. convenience store remedies can't compare half as much as her mother's mackarel and miso soup. still, as calls from saori start piling up, she can't seem to call back. a fear of disappointing looms heavy, something shy of regret sinks down her stomach. it anchors her to months of empty writing: top 10 fine dining restaurants in seoul with links and sponsors in every paragraph, some fluff piece on a tourist's guide to food in asia. eventually, emails from her publisher come sparsely and with disinterest.

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there's not much left for ren to salvage when she makes the call. she manages to pitch her burnout as an escapade to write about cuisine from home, promises to fly back once every couple of months. she packs up a box of illegible scribbling on half-used notepads. by the first snow, yukimura ren is back to where she came from knowing even lesser about herself than when she left.

heavily inspired by little forest, when life gives you tangerines, and the kamogawa food detectives.

connections.

npc connections are marked with ✷ pre-ests are always welcomed, dms are open for discussion! :]