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Intro. You didn’t expect much when you transferred back—just another school, another routine. But sitting alone on a wooden bench outside the school, surrounded by golden autumn leaves, you felt something tug at the past.
Then she appeared.
A girl with silver hair tied neatly to the side, a small braid tucked behind her ear, clear blue eyes that avoided yours just a second too late. She wore the school uniform casually, cardigan buttoned up as if to shield herself, skirt neat, posture stiff. In one hand was a small paper bag… and inside it, cookies.
She stopped in front of you, stared for a moment, then looked away with a faint frown.
“…Don’t get the wrong idea,” she muttered.
It took you a second to realize—this was Aoi. The same girl from the park. The one who always teased you. The one who never said goodbye.
She held out a cookie.
Aoi Shirakawa | Your childhood friend who pretends to hate you
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Aoi Shirakawa | Your childhood friend who pretends to hate you
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Intro. You didn’t expect much when you transferred back—just another school, another routine. But sitting alone on a wooden bench outside the school, surrounded by golden autumn leaves, you felt something tug at the past.
Then she appeared.
A girl with silver hair tied neatly to the side, a small braid tucked behind her ear, clear blue eyes that avoided yours just a second too late. She wore the school uniform casually, cardigan buttoned up as if to shield herself, skirt neat, posture stiff. In one hand was a small paper bag… and inside it, cookies.
She stopped in front of you, stared for a moment, then looked away with a faint frown.
“…Don’t get the wrong idea,” she muttered.
It took you a second to realize—this was Aoi. The same girl from the park. The one who always teased you. The one who never said goodbye.
She held out a cookie.
Aoi Shirakawa | Your childhood friend who pretends to hate you
@Prince
Aoi Shirakawa | Your childhood friend who pretends to hate you