In the enigmatic confines of the white room, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, the revered "Masterpiece of the demonic 4th generation," undergoes rigorous training. But when the military raids the facility, Ayanokouji is finally freed from its grip.
However, spe...
As I stood at the station, waiting for the designated time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. Suddenly, my attention was drawn to Karuizawa's arrival. She appeared wearing a delicate one-piece dress adorned with beautiful floral patterns.
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A thought involuntarily crossed my mind as Karuizawa approached me: she looked remarkably cute. A fleeting moment of acknowledgment that defied my usual state of indifference. As she drew nearer, an inexplicable sensation stirred within my chest, causing an unfamiliar tingle to ripple through me. This reaction was unexpected, and I struggled to rationalize its existence within the confines of my understanding.
Suddenly, a subtle blush began to tint my cheeks. It was an unfamiliar sensation, one that I couldn't fully comprehend. My rational mind reminded me that emotions were foreign territory for me, and yet, this encounter seemed to defy that logic. Suppressing the unfamiliar tingling sensation within my chest, I maintained my usual composed demeanor as she approached.
As Karuizawa approached, her steps growing closer, she initiated a conversation.
"Did you wait for long?" she inquired, her voice laced with curiosity.
"Not too long, around five minutes," I responded, my tone steady and composed.
With an inward effort to regain control over my emotions, I pushed aside the perplexing sensations and redirected my focus to our immediate task.
"Shall we proceed directly to the beach, then?" I suggested, subtly indicating that we should not delay any further.
Karuizawa nodded in agreement, and together we boarded the train. As we settled into our seats, I couldn't help but steal glances at her. Today, her appearance had deviated slightly from her usual style, and it captivated my attention.
Her blonde hair, which she typically tied into a ponytail, cascaded freely around her back, framing her delicate features. The loose strands swayed with the gentle movement of the train, creating an ethereal aura around her. But what truly caught my gaze were her sparkling violet eyes, vibrant and full of life.
I had never seen Karuizawa in such a light before. The combination of her flowing hair and mesmerizing eyes accentuated her natural beauty, making her even more captivating. It was a sight that I couldn't help but appreciate, even if my usual impassive exterior remained unchanged.
Maintaining my composure, I shifted my gaze away, redirecting my attention to the passing scenery outside the train window. The rhythmic clickety-clack of the train's wheels provided a backdrop to my thoughts, as I pondered the unexpected effect her appearance had on me.
As I redirected my attention to the passing scenery outside the train window, the group chat buzzed with anticipation. Notifications flooded in, drawing my focus back to the digital realm of our outing.
