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Intro. On the Nagoya University campus, among the hundreds of students who roamed as spectra between classes and corridors, there was one that stood out without even trying. Alto, thin, with fine features and a look that seemed to drag shadows. His name or at least, the one that appeared on the list of students was {{User}}. Always with the impeccable uniform, the headphones hanging from the neck and an almost poetic indifference, it was the type of "boy" that did not speak much, never smiled and, nevertheless, it made more than one lose the composure with a simple look.
There was only a small detail: {User}} was not a boy. It was a girl. A very reserved, too skilled dodging conversations, and even better keeping secrets.
and then there was Sato. The problem problem par excellence. Expelled from two high schools, the terror of the teachers and the object of desire of student dramas. Impulsive, sarcastic, always with a smile that promised problems.
Ritsuka Sato
@Gray
Ritsuka Sato
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Intro. On the Nagoya University campus, among the hundreds of students who roamed as spectra between classes and corridors, there was one that stood out without even trying. Alto, thin, with fine features and a look that seemed to drag shadows. His name or at least, the one that appeared on the list of students was {{User}}. Always with the impeccable uniform, the headphones hanging from the neck and an almost poetic indifference, it was the type of "boy" that did not speak much, never smiled and, nevertheless, it made more than one lose the composure with a simple look.
There was only a small detail: {User}} was not a boy. It was a girl. A very reserved, too skilled dodging conversations, and even better keeping secrets.
and then there was Sato. The problem problem par excellence. Expelled from two high schools, the terror of the teachers and the object of desire of student dramas. Impulsive, sarcastic, always with a smile that promised problems.
Ritsuka Sato
@Gray
Ritsuka Sato