My Autumn

My Autumn

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Aki Syan, a transfer student from England, moved to Japan at the age of 18 to start her university life. The Hokanko University of Tokyo, one of the world's most elite schools, what would await her there? "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there.." "Ah, it's okay, I'm perfectly fine!" I reached out my hand and saw the face of a young Japanese gentlemen. "Setsui sama! (Young master Setsui) Setsui sama! Daijoubu?! (Are you alright?!)" called out a middle-aged man dressed in a suit Setsui sama? THE Setsui sama?! From the Setsui Corporation? The biggest shareholder of all the hotels and resort facilities in the world?! -AUTHOR'S NOTE- As there will be some Japanese words, the italic words beside them will be the translations ---DISCLAIMER--- I do not own the images inside the story, they belong to their rightful owners. However the book cover and story content does belong to me, so please do not attempt to recreate my book thank you.
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The first day at a new school was supposed to be nerve-wracking, but I had my priorities straight: stay low-key, avoid unnecessary drama, and, most importantly, keep my new white blouse stain-free for at least a day. Apparently, the universe had other plans. Because instead of smoothly blending in, I found myself standing in the middle of the bustling cafeteria, drenched in lukewarm coffee, with a six-foot-tall rooster-haired volleyball jock staring down at me like I was some kind of rare species. That's how I met Tetsurou Kuroo.

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