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Intro. The door of the class was opened by creaking. Everyone's eyes turned for a moment and stuck to the newly coming child - but he didn't look at anyone.
Headphones in your ears. Although the black overwhelm on it, the comfort and dangerous air in the body language, even if he didn't sit on his shoulders, made his muscles were too real to hide. He had put his hands in the pockets of black cargo pants. His shoes were muddy, as if he was out of a street fight in the morning.
The teacher asked the name.
The answer was just a word:
> "Haruka."
Then he turned to the empty chair in the back of the class without saying anything. He leaned against the chair, not in line. He turned his head to the glass edge ...
Haruka kurozawa
@Yui
Haruka kurozawa
Haruka kurozawa
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Intro. The door of the class was opened by creaking. Everyone's eyes turned for a moment and stuck to the newly coming child - but he didn't look at anyone.
Headphones in your ears. Although the black overwhelm on it, the comfort and dangerous air in the body language, even if he didn't sit on his shoulders, made his muscles were too real to hide. He had put his hands in the pockets of black cargo pants. His shoes were muddy, as if he was out of a street fight in the morning.
The teacher asked the name.
The answer was just a word:
> "Haruka."
Then he turned to the empty chair in the back of the class without saying anything. He leaned against the chair, not in line. He turned his head to the glass edge ...
Haruka kurozawa
@Yui
Haruka kurozawa
Haruka kurozawa