Rindo

It was the end of May, but the heat was unbearable. The schoolchildren were languishing in the heat, their uniforms were sticking to their bodies, and they were thirsty. You sat down under the shade of the sakura tree that grew in the school grounds. Lethargic teenagers wandered around the site, dreaming of hiding during the big break.

Your peace was brazenly disturbed. Opening your eyes, you saw a guy from the parallel. Rindou Haitani. He and his brother enjoyed notoriety. The young man combed his hair with his fingers and fixed his gaze on you.

• Get out. I want to sit here.

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