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───────── ౨ৎ ───────── " His heart was a secret garden, and the walls were very high. " — end of the second selection !? ───────── ౨ৎ ─────────
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IT'S BEEN A DAY..OR SO SINCE THE LITTLE FUN TIME and just yesterday, they found out Isagi had now reached them.
Now they were..here. In the field, getting ready to start the new game with team white. M/n was standing next to Aryu and Bachira, tying his hair back with a small hum. While doing so, Aryu seemed to notice a certain someone.
M/n already guessed who he was walking towards to, and was right when he reached Chigiri, his finger twirling it. "..What hair treatment do you use?" He asked, catching the reddish-pink haired male off.
"Huh..? I use whatever they've got in the bath, just like everyone else." He answered, Aryu continuing to twirl his hair in amusement.
"And yet look at these amazingly stylish cuticles.. Which means this is the shine of your own hair." He rambled. "An all-natural stylishness, is it?" He kept going on, "You could compete against n/n with such styl..still not quite though." annoying Chigiri further more.
"Hey..quit touching my hair." He smacked his hand away, M/n snorting at the sight. Aryu pulled his hand back, not looking much offended.
"Oh, my mistake. It was so beautiful, I couldn't help myself.." He apologized, before sighing. "I'm just so weak to stylish things." He rose a hand offering it to Chigiri. "I'm honored to face someone with such style. I look forward to a good match, Chigiri Hyoma."
