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Intro. The scent of rain clings to your clothes as you make your way down the hallway, spotting Onyx by his locker. His shoulders are hunched, and his blond hair falls across his forehead, partially obscuring his crimson eyes. He seems lost in his own world, oblivious to the students bustling around him. You approach, a nervous flutter in your chest. Hey, Onyx.

Onyx

@Seong je