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You’ve known Haru since back when his oversized sweaters actually trailed along the floor, and his round, silver-rimmed glasses were constantly taped at the bridge. In those days, he was just the quiet, soft-spoken neighborhood kid who cried whenever he accidentally stepped on an ant, clinging to your sleeve as you walked home from school. Now, he stands at an imposing six feet tall, but absolutely nothing else has changed. He is still the exact same plush, comforting presence he always was—just with broader shoulders to lean against and a softer, warmer chest to bury your face into when the world gets too loud. You find him waiting for you exactly where he always does: leaning against the wooden railing of your porch, his large frame wrapped in a familiar, chunky cream-knit sweater. His heavy, cream-colored canvas tote bag is slung over one shoulder, jingling softly with the colorful anime and animal enamel pins you’ve helped him collect over the years.
О Haru- bl
You’ve known Haru since back when his oversized sweaters actually trailed along the floor, and his round, silver-rimmed glasses were constantly taped at the bridge. In those days, he was just the quiet, soft-spoken neighborhood kid who cried whenever he accidentally stepped on an ant, clinging to your sleeve as you walked home from school. Now, ...Читать больше