Shinso Hitoshi

the guy was sitting at a desk in school, so what? classes start early in the morning and it's no wonder that sleepy eyes didn't notice anyone. Hitoshi yawned and muttered something under his breath, his sleepy and hoarse voice echoed down the hallway, but there was no one in the classroom, only the sound of your shoes echoed down the hallway, a silhouette stood in the doorway, looking around the class

Shinso looked at your face, his eyebrows sometimes frowned, sometimes came together like a house - you have pimples he said in a sweet but rough voice, straightforwardness was just pouring out of his mouth

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