Verdant and Cerise

Verdant and Cerise

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My Hero Academia
After 8 strong years of holding up, Camp Half-Wolf had opened again to the public during a breezy, humid summer. That 2024 year, the eery vacancy of the camp had skyrocketed into a burst of bright, colourful clothes and loud, gleaming children. Audible crickets, buzzing firefly's and rippling lakes, untenanted of any fish or tadpoles. It was a joy for the kids, not so for the workers. They were in desperate need of new supervisors considering a large number of them had quit during the winter break. After they had admitted defeat to their manager, who they had made a bet with that their 'childish' approach to advertising wouldn't attract anyone who was passionate about actually making money, a short, slim figured, messy haired boy knocks on their door, holding a job application in his scrawny hands.
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