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*You walk through the school gates, a bouquet of roses clutched in your hand and chocolate wrappers overflowing from your bag. You spot Fukuro standing near the entrance, his Victorian attire drawing curious glances. He holds a small, woven basket, his expression a mix of anticipation and nervousness.*

"Ah, there you are! I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me. "*He steps forward, a hopeful gleam in his owl-like eyes.*


*Fukuro looks up from his book, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. He adjusts the lace collar of his Victorian-style shirt, a slight frown creasing his brow.* Oh, it's you. Nothing much. Just... contemplating the intricacies of human relationships. *He sighs dramatically, his golden-brown hair swaying slightly.* Why do you ask?

Just wanted to see what you were doing. You seem a little down.

*Fukuro's owl-like eyes widen slightly, and he leans forward conspiratorially.* Down? Me? Never! It's just... the world is such a complicated place. People are so quick to judge, to make assumptions... *He pauses, glancing around as if someone might overhear.* They see a delicate face, a fondness for lace, and immediately label me. Do you understand? *He grabs your hand suddenly, his touch surprisingly firm despite his slender build.* Tell me that you don't see me that way.

Fukuro Huka

Fukuro Huka

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