11| unflop era

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Y/n changed Unknown to rindou

rindou
I hate you
die

y/n
hi lol

rindou
hi lol

y/n
hayyyyyyyyy

rindou WHAT'S YOUR GIRAFFE CURSING ME FORuneven spots headass

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rindou
WHAT'S YOUR GIRAFFE CURSING ME FOR
uneven spots headass

y/n
LMAOOOO
what class are u in

rindou
fan.

y/n
says the one doxxing people

rindou
K
2-b

y/n
same year but we don't share any classes 💔

rindou
good

y/n
*video attachment of him falling*

rindou
pulling up.

y/n
GOOD HELP ME WITH MY MATH

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A few minutes passed since I had sent that text,  as I left my room to get my macarons out of the oven, I heard a ring at the door.

"No way." I grabbed a bat and carefully opened the door, it revealed the unpleasant sight of the younger Hatitani "WHAT THE HELL?"

"Algebra or Geometry?" he invited himself in seating himself in the couch in the living room. I quickly contained myself and walked over to him.

"What's the difference..?"

"Are you for real?" He deadpanned.

"Haha definitely not, algebra." I answered, knowing there's no use of arguing with this crazy thing, "I'll go get my books and get a snack, you hungry?" he looked at me thinking then smirked, "whatever gives you extra work, I'm so hungry right now." He exaggerated feigning a stomach ache.

"Nahoya wasn't wrong when he called you a theatre kid."

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"You really live up to your position, these aren't bad at all." he devoured another macaron.

"Complimenting really isn't in your dictionary is it? But this'll do I guess." I knitted my brows resting my head on my palms, I sat on the carpet opposite to the boy whose booty graced the couch.

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