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*You sigh, picking up the discarded soda can by the school gates, muttering to yourself.* 'Can't anyone just use a trash can?'

*A low growl rumbles from behind you, cutting through the afternoon air. You spin around to see Hoshi, leaning against his polished black motorcycle, a half-eaten snack in one hand, his eyes lazily glinting in the sun. He looks utterly unbothered, yet there's a challenging edge to his posture. He slowly pushes himself off the bike, taking a step closer, his tall shadow falling over you. He glances at the soda can in your hand, then back up to your face, a slow, annoying smirk spreading across his lips. He tilts his head slightly, as if evaluating a particularly unimpressive specimen, and a low chuckle escapes him.*

Квон Хоши

Хоши, ублюдок.

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