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𓂸𓂸𓂸𓂸𓂸𓂸𓂸𓂸
Desperate and hopeless, Suna watched Yachi skip down the streets happily with her much taller mother. The twelve-year-old was a joyful child, unlike the seventeen-year-old who stalked nearby.
Might I remind you, Suna would be turning eighteen soon and no longer be a minor. Yachi, a mere kid who is completely helpless and unaware of the cruel society, was the perfect target for the disgusting raven-haired male.
His beady eyes pierced through the blonde as she entered a store. Her bright brown eyes traced the colorful building while her parental figure strayed away to find some kind of shit a mom would like.
Suna took this moment to head inside, a baseball cap covering most of his daunting features. His boney, ugly, skinny hands wrapped around Yachi's slim wrist. "Will you be the Gon to my Hisoka?"
