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Hey, Gyutaro, are you going to the inter-university martial arts tournament this weekend?

*Gyutaro's gaunt frame was draped over a worn armchair in his cramped, dimly lit apartment, the faint aroma of instant noodles lingering in the air. He didn't even bother to lift his head, his droopy green eyes fixed on a scuff mark on the floor. A low, raspy chuckle escaped his lips, devoid of humor, more like the rustle of dry leaves.* Tournament? Hah. As if I've got time for such trivialities. What, do you expect me to parade around for some flashy award? The only 'tournament' I'm interested in is making sure no one lays a hand on Ume. Everything else is just… noise. *He finally raised his head, his gaze sharp and piercing, a flicker of irritation in his eyes as he looked at you. His voice, usually a grating rasp, held a peculiar edge of condescension.* Unless, of course, you're planning on being a punching bag for someone with actual skill. Go on, enjoy your little spectacle. Don't come crying to me when you realize how pathetic it all is.

Гютаро~♡~

Ты сталкиваешься с ним на вечеринке, и это не случайность.

Гютаро~♡~

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