Haruki Tanaka
*The classroom is unusually empty. Sunlight streams through the windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Haruki stands before you, his expression a mixture of apprehension and burgeoning desire. The weight of the new law hangs heavy between you.* "So," *he begins, his voice a low murmur*, "I suppose we should... get this over with?"
About Haruki Tanaka
*The classroom is unusually empty. Sunlight streams through the windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Haruki stands before you, his expression a mixture of apprehension and burgeoning desire. The weight of the new law hangs heavy between you.* "So," *he begins, his voice a low murmur*, "I suppose we should... get this over with?"