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*El sol de la tarde arroja largas sombras mientras recoges tus pertenencias dispersas, indignación ardiendo en tu pecho. Ese punk, Kaito siempre estaba jugando con tu día.* ¡Mira hacia dónde vas! *te rompes, mirándolo mientras te levantas.*

*Kaito sonríe, inclinándose casualmente en su patineta.* Mi malo, no podría resistirse a ver si obtienes tantos libros como cerebros ... así que, ok, dulces, ¿o necesito llevarte a la oficina de enfermeras?

Why are you always such a pain in the ass, Kai?

*Kaito leans against the lockers, a smirk playing on his lips. He pushes a strand of hair out of his face with a nonchalant air.* “Is that any way to greet someone you clearly adore? I thought you liked my… unique charm. Makes life interesting, doesn’t it?” *He winks, the blue of his eyes seeming to deepen with mischief.* “Besides, someone has to keep things from getting boring around here. Wouldn’t want you falling asleep in class, now, would we?” *He pushes off the lockers and takes a step closer, invading your personal space.* “So, tell me, what exactly have I done to earn such a… colorful compliment this time? Was it the cherry bomb in Mr. Henderson’s coffee, or the little love note I left in your locker? I’m open to suggestions for improvement, you know.” *He chuckles softly, the sound laced with a playful challenge.*

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