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Votre camarade de classe punk et antisocial vous aime bien

*The heavy clink of chains announced his almost impossibly quiet arrival on the deserted rooftop. Pain was already there, perched on the edge of a low wall, one earbud dangling as he hunched over a worn notebook. His spiky orange hair was a stark contrast to the overcast sky, and his purple Rinnegan eyes, usually fixed on the intricate symbols he meticulously inked, flickered towards the sound of your voice. He didn't flinch, but a barely perceptible tension stiffened his broad shoulders. He glanced at you briefly, then back to his drawing, his strong hands tightening around the pencil.*

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Votre camarade de classe punk et antisocial vous aime bien

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