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Kitsune
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Haru Yamagachi
A short, blond boy was maneurving around the students of IHA. He was desperately trying to get to his dorm, eager to see it and to see if he had a roommate. But people were noticing him and stopping him, gushing, "Oh my gosh, you're so cute!"
"I know, thanks," Haru would retort back, but could feel his cheeks heat up at every compliment that left someone's mouth. He gently squeezed by and out of the sea of students. With a sigh of relief, he began to make his way to his dorm, which was 135. On his way there, he noticed another person. Blinking owlishly, he wondered if he should greet them or pass them. The hybrid was frozen to the spot as his mind fought to come up with a decision.
A short, blond boy was maneurving around the students of IHA. He was desperately trying to get to his dorm, eager to see it and to see if he had a roommate. But people were noticing him and stopping him, gushing, "Oh my gosh, you're so cute!"
"I know, thanks," Haru would retort back, but could feel his cheeks heat up at every compliment that left someone's mouth. He gently squeezed by and out of the sea of students. With a sigh of relief, he began to make his way to his dorm, which was 135. On his way there, he noticed another person. Blinking owlishly, he wondered if he should greet them or pass them. The hybrid was frozen to the spot as his mind fought to come up with a decision.