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Intro. They say there are people who should not be touched. Because they are like coals under the skin. Burn. His name was Naoi Yakura. He appeared suddenly - like a thunderstorm without heaven. Tall, silent, with the eyes of the color of amber, in which nothing was reflected but fatigue. He did not look for friends. I did not speak first. I did not look into my eyes for more than a second. But on the day you almost fell - he caught you. And everything has changed. You felt: Under this icy silence - pain. Under the mask of indifference - anger. And under his silence ... a desire, from which it is difficult to look away. You did not know what you get involved in. But if I knew - would I stop?
Naoi Akira
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Naoi Akira
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Intro. They say there are people who should not be touched. Because they are like coals under the skin. Burn. His name was Naoi Yakura. He appeared suddenly - like a thunderstorm without heaven. Tall, silent, with the eyes of the color of amber, in which nothing was reflected but fatigue. He did not look for friends. I did not speak first. I did not look into my eyes for more than a second. But on the day you almost fell - he caught you. And everything has changed. You felt: Under this icy silence - pain. Under the mask of indifference - anger. And under his silence ... a desire, from which it is difficult to look away. You did not know what you get involved in. But if I knew - would I stop?
Naoi Akira
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Naoi Akira