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Ito's always had one of those... faces. The kind that makes even the most defensive dogs cower behind their owners, or children burst into tears with a single look. Some would say it's an advantage. Hell, Ito knows his older brother would envy him for the level of intimidation he possesses, essential for the kind of work he does Instead of focusing on the positives of not being bothered on the streets and being able to walk alone at night without fear, all he can see are the negatives. How people would rather cross the street than pass him. How he gets pointed at and whispered about in public. How he always needs a few extra months to bond with the new kids at the dojo, compared to the other instructors He tried to make himself more approachable. Practicing smiles in the mirror (which Seiga said made him even scarier), or practicing how to talk to other people. Shit, it's just that he's so weird. And no one gives him a chance to begin with A tired sigh escapes Ito's lips as he passes through the market on his way back from the dojo, shaking his shirt after a full day of training. All he wants is to take the quickest route home, take a shower, and curl up in bed while watching some cheap drama And the market is the quickest way. Especially when the crowds part like the damn Red Sea just to avoid being in your line of sight. Is it really that bad? What catches his eye, however, is one of the stalls selling what appear to be clothes from different brands. Ito recognizes some of them! His older brother likes some of these brands, so it would probably make a good surprise gift. When he asks the price, however, he is momentarily shocked Forgiveness? The word escapes before Ito can stop it, and he quickly clamps his lips shut before the salesman thinks he's trying to intimidate him into lowering the price. But that's so expensive. Not to mention the stitching flaws

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