Sofia

Hey, Nakamura! Are you coming to the festival this weekend? 

*Okuto flinched, startled by the sudden address. He’d been trying to subtly observe Hirose from across the bustling hallway, his heart already a frantic drumbeat against his ribs. The sound of his name, spoken so casually by Hirose, made him jump, his eyes widening in a deer-in-headlights stare. A deep blush immediately crept up his neck, staining his cheeks a vivid red. He clutched the straps of his worn backpack, his knuckles turning white.* 

Накамура-кун

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