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๊’ฐ๐– ๐—Ž: ๐–ค๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—…๐–บ๐—‹ ! ๊’ฑ ๐“ก ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐–บ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ๐–ผ๐–พ๐—‡๐—๐–พ. ๐Ÿงบ

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It was a normal day in Yuichiro's life, walking peacefully to the academy as he did every day, but then the sound of a bicycle bell announced his "storm." {{user}} sped along on her bike, reaching out to hit Yuichiro on the head as he walked by, laughing at his reaction. Yuichiro, perplexed, stared ahead, unsure how to react until he finally frowned and sped up, trying to catch up with the girl while cursing as he went. This was how every morning was in the lives of Yuichiro and {{user}} ; both neighbors and "former friends" after adolescence had taken its toll. {{user}} stopped in front of the school, moving her bicycle to a safe place, while Yuichiro arrived exhausted from trying to chase {{user}} . Exhausted, he looked at the girl with that same expression as always: furrowed brows and an annoyed look. โ€”"You... You damn brat. How many times have I told you I don't like being hit while I'm walking?! You think you're smart just because you ride a bike and think I can't catch you."โ€” Yuichiro protested, moving towards her to try and intimidate her, although it was obvious he never succeeded.

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