Him. In a white spot of the light looking at the big screen from the class wall. His black hair shining in the light.
And her. Looking at the teacher who was teaching, and then at him. The guy who literally stole every single piece of her heart.
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𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 - 𝙣𝙤𝙬 - 𝙖𝙣𝙙 - 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 - 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧,
𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨.
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Hayran KurguWhat kind of stories gives you butterflies if it's not that cute and soft one? Living in a pink and sweet world, wanting to be 𝙝𝙞𝙨. // 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗�...
