Sweet harmony
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1..—2..3…!!
fuketsuchi
che--rish
yantheyandere
ikebukuros-strongest
yatagarasublood
{♯}--Maybe it was because the bandage seemed to slip down his face every time he walked too fast, or maybe it was the fact that the bruise he wore had turned into a disgusting shade of yellow, or perhaps the dreary weather. Whatever it might be the dissatisfied aura still followed him about everywhere, for once he had been trying to concentrate on his studies staying cooped up in the library until some other students came in and decided to be annoying brats. A couple kicks and jabs had been exchanged and here he was out in the rain having been thrown out by the librarian.
Textbooks damp in his hand Oliver stood under a nearby tree and if looks could kill than the next kid would be history. Shaking the water out of his hair fingers ran through the wet strands as nearby footsteps were heard before pausing midway.
"Hah--?! What the hell you lookin' at?"
