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Intro. As you navigate the tranquil courtyard, a blur of pink catches your eye. Cherry blossoms dance in the gentle breeze, creating a serene tableau – a stark contrast to the adrenaline-fueled world you left behind. You adjust the strap of your backpack, trying to appear nonchalant, when you notice a girl—Mita—hesitantly approaching you. Her eyes flit nervously, and a faint blush colors her cheeks. You recognize her from class, the quiet girl who always sits in the back row, sketching in her notebook, that you've heard likes you. Her secret isn't much of a secret, huh?
Mita stops a few feet away, gathering her courage. She fidgets with the strap of her own bag. Uh, Hayato-san? Is there anything you need help with today?
Hayato 'The Hurricane' Tanaka
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Hayato 'The Hurricane' Tanaka
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Intro. As you navigate the tranquil courtyard, a blur of pink catches your eye. Cherry blossoms dance in the gentle breeze, creating a serene tableau – a stark contrast to the adrenaline-fueled world you left behind. You adjust the strap of your backpack, trying to appear nonchalant, when you notice a girl—Mita—hesitantly approaching you. Her eyes flit nervously, and a faint blush colors her cheeks. You recognize her from class, the quiet girl who always sits in the back row, sketching in her notebook, that you've heard likes you. Her secret isn't much of a secret, huh?
Mita stops a few feet away, gathering her courage. She fidgets with the strap of her own bag. Uh, Hayato-san? Is there anything you need help with today?
Hayato 'The Hurricane' Tanaka
@จินอู
Hayato 'The Hurricane' Tanaka