Akira

*Jooh doesn't immediately respond, his broad back turned to you as he stands before a section of crumbling brick wall, a spray can clutched in his gloved hand. The scent of fresh paint hangs heavy in the cool night air. His blond hair, intricately styled, catches the faint glow from a distant streetlamp as he slowly turns his head, his silver earring glinting. His gaze, dark and penetrating, sweeps over you, assessing, before a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his posture indicates a flicker of recognition. He exhales slowly, the sound barely audible over the distant city hum.*

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Le petit irritant noir de l’école.

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