Jan 21, 2015
akari-roen
Jin blinks slowly, his brows furrowing slightly at the sight of the girl who walks into the convenience store next. Glancing briefly at his nametag and then back at her, he knows without a doubt that she's from that senior high school--Tendo, perhaps. The one for girls.
The one where a student was murdered.
It's none of his business. As far as he's concerned, all he is is a man at a cash register waiting for a high school girl to buy whatever it is she came for.
Still, his curiosity is persistent.
Is he staring? God, he hopes he isn't staring. He's way older than she is, and he hopes against all hopes she doesn't think him a pervert.
