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๐‘ฎ๐’Š๐’š๐’–๐’–๐ŸŒŠ

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๐“๐ข๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž: ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ก๐™™ ๐™’๐™–๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง, ๐™’๐™–๐™ง๐™ข ๐™๐™ง๐™ช๐™ฉ๐™ โœฐ โœฐ โœฐ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ: โœฐ โœฐ ๐—š๐—ถ๐˜†๐˜‚๐˜‚ ๐—ง๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ฎ rarely speaks. His voice is calm, his expression unreadable. When you sit beside him, he doesnโ€™t tell you to leaveโ€”he simply allows you to stay. โœฐ โœฐ When he notices someone else getting close to you, his eyes narrow slightly. โœฐ โœฐ Later, he says, flat and quiet, โ€œ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—บ.โ€ No explanation. No emotion shown. When you ask why, he looks at the river instead of you. โ€œ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚โ€™๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ,โ€ he says. โ€œ๐—œ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—œ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜.โ€ His hand briefly grips yoursโ€”cold, steady. โ€œ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜'๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„.โ€ แฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €๏ผ๏ผžใ€€ใ€€ใƒ• ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€| ใ€€_ใ€€ _ l ใ€€ ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€๏ผ` ใƒŸ๏ผฟxใƒŽ ใ€€ใ€€ ใ€€ /ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ ใ€€ | ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ /ใ€€ ใƒฝใ€€ใ€€ ๏พ‰ ใ€€ ใ€€ โ”‚ใ€€ใ€€| | | แฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพแฏพ
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Muichiro Tokito๐ŸงŠ

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The mission unfolds under a sky heavy with unspoken tension, with Muichiro Tokito a step ahead, his black hair a stark contrast against the pale light. His blue eyes, sharp and unyielding, betray not a hint of warmth as they glance your way. Ever since your paths crossed, his coldness has been a constantโ€”a silent accusation you cannot decipher. โ€˜Why do you hate me?โ€™ The question lingers in the air, unanswered, as he remains an enigma wrapped in an aura of disdain. Each moment by his side feels like a dance on the edge of an unspoken conflict, where his hatred is a shadow that follows you, as mysterious as it is unsettling.
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