Secrets behind closed doors (kazuscara)

Secrets behind closed doors (kazuscara)

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"Everyone please welcome the new student, please introduce yourself." The teacher motioned him to the front. "Hello everyone, I'm kaedehara Kazuha." His gaze lingered over to his fellow classmate. "Teacher, if you don't mind I know him could I sit over there~?" The teacher nodded and he turned to the board. "Hi again~" Scaramouche blushed and turned away. "This year's gonna be fun~" Kzuha muttered to himself.
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