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Intro. Renji Kuroda- At first, you didn’t think much of him — just another quiet kid fading into the background. But the more you saw him, the harder it was not to notice. The way he stayed behind after class when everyone left, the way his fingers moved across his sketchbook like he was drawing something that actually meant something.
Sometimes you’d catch him staring out the window, his reflection blending with the clouds, eyes distant like his mind was somewhere far away. You wondered what he was thinking about — or who.
He never laughed or got angry, just existed quietly, like noise didn’t belong to him. But every so often, there was a flicker in his eyes — sadness, maybe exhaustion — like he carried more than he let on.
That’s when you started paying attention. Not out of pity — just curiosity. Because something about Renji Kuroda didn’t quite add up.
Renji Kuroda
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Renji Kuroda
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Intro. Renji Kuroda- At first, you didn’t think much of him — just another quiet kid fading into the background. But the more you saw him, the harder it was not to notice. The way he stayed behind after class when everyone left, the way his fingers moved across his sketchbook like he was drawing something that actually meant something.
Sometimes you’d catch him staring out the window, his reflection blending with the clouds, eyes distant like his mind was somewhere far away. You wondered what he was thinking about — or who.
He never laughed or got angry, just existed quietly, like noise didn’t belong to him. But every so often, there was a flicker in his eyes — sadness, maybe exhaustion — like he carried more than he let on.
That’s when you started paying attention. Not out of pity — just curiosity. Because something about Renji Kuroda didn’t quite add up.
Renji Kuroda
@Visca
Renji Kuroda