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original-person · 6 months ago

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First post on here let's go!!

SFW the only warning I can think of is argument?

I had a thought that made me want to try and write something with scaramouche

is probably gonna feel ooc? I don't think I know his character that well so most of this is based on what I deduced from YouTube videos and such.

BEWARE I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING OTHER THAT WHAT SCHOOL FORCED ME TO. ESPECIALLY SOMETHING WITH G/T IN IT. (I've used chat gpt to check gramatic mistakes so if anything blame the damn ai)

If you don't know what g/t is just search up giant/tiny

Note:I think this idea fits sagau soooo-

Angst and hurt/a little bit of comfort

Summary: you invite scara to your realm of solace (your room) to rest. Maybe you should have mentioned that you have another form besides your mortal looking one.

Scaramouche was sitting in his chair next to his desk, working on documents. His hand moved with the pen, the scribbling lightly echoing in the almost empty office. It would have been empty if not for you, looking out the window, staring at what used to be the sunset, now a starry sky.

You moved from the window towards the desk and behind the chair. You hugged Scara loosely around the neck and slowly rested your chin against his shoulder. He stopped his movements to not mess up the writing, put the pen down, and slightly turned his head to you.

"Is there any particular reason you're bothering me?" he asked, his tone irritated. Ignoring his tone, you knew he didn't mean it anyway, and you let out a tired sigh. "Didn't you do enough work already? You should rest." He scoffed, turning his attention back to the documents. "I don't require rest as humans do, and you know that. Besides, I'm not done yet."

Looking at the pile of papers, it seemed like it was going to take ages. "Well, I would have less if you knew how to do your own paperwork." Ah, you said that out loud. "But still, can't it wait? I want to be with you." Burying your head deeper into his shoulder and wrapping your arms tighter around him, Scara let out a sigh and put his hand on his forehead. "Great, Archon forbid you aren't with me for some time."

You stood up and sulked next to him. Scara furrowed his eyebrows and let out a big, annoyed sigh on purpose as he leaned back into his chair before getting up and stretching. Cracking his hand, he did feel sore, but he wouldn't tell you that. Jokes on him, you noticed anyway, and you lit up instantly with an idea popping up in your head.

The god glanced at their partner with a gentle, adoring smile. “Scara,” they said softly, reaching out their hand. “I’d like to show you something special.” Scara turned to them, crossing his arms. "What is it?" "That's a secret," you put your finger on his lips, "but it is going to help you rest."

Curiosity piqued, Scaramouche closed the distance between you, grasping your hand gently. "I somehow doubt that." You raised your other hand, and with a simple gesture, the air shimmered, and the room began to change. The familiar surroundings melted away, replaced by a realm—your realm. The realm unfolded like a dreamscape, an infinite expanse of tranquility that seemed to stretch on and on. Soft, ambient light bathed the surroundings in hues, creating an otherworldly pleasant glow.

Scaramouche almost forgot you were a god. Nowadays, it feels okay again, but it reminds him of when he first found out. Oh, how he felt betrayed. He felt worthless, only a mere plaything for you. But you assured him that you didn't see him that way. That you didn't come to Teyvat, to him, just to play god. No, you just wanted to experience it from their view.

“Welcome to the realm of solace,” you said, as he snapped back to reality from his thoughts, your voice resonating with warmth. The ground wasn't surprisingly smooth; rather, it felt like he was standing on a pile of pillows that seemed to shift subtly with each step. “This is a place where reality bends to offer peace and comfort. It’s where I retreat to find solace sometimes from the world.”

Scaramouche’s eyes widened in awe as he took in the sight. The atmosphere itself seemed to slowly wrap around him like a warm blanket. “Not like anything you’ve seen,” you continued with a hearty chuckle. “I also go here to sleep every night, so I guess that makes it my bedroom."

Scaramouche, still absorbing the strange beauty of the realm, nodded slowly. “It’s... incredible,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Guess I don't need to doubt you anymore.”

As you settled onto the bed? Ground? Its softness enveloped you, your presence reassuring. “I hope you find it as comforting as I do,” you said, scooting a little closer to him. Scaramouche took a deep breath and let his body relax, trusting in the promise of solace, staring at the seemingly endless, changing ceiling that looked really far away. The gentle hum of the realm lulled you slowly into a deep sleep. For Scaramouche, the comfort was otherworldly, a stark contrast to when he sometimes tried to rest before, as he was quite sensitive to any sounds. But as he began listening to your light breaths, he found himself falling more into a deeper sleep.

As the night wore on, you, feeling an unprecedented sense of comfort and trust with Scara next to you, unconsciously began changing to your godly form, as you always did when you slept here. The change was seamless and silent, but it had an immediate impact on the bed's dimensions. Scaramouche stirred half-asleep, his eyes fluttered open, pushing down on the ground to sit up. His eyes widened in confusion as he glanced around. The realm's soft glow seemed to dim slightly, reality seeping back in as he noticed the absence of your familiar form beside him. Was he really sleeping so deeply? How? Looking to where you were supposed to be, what he saw made him spring up in caution. Your comforting presence beside him had been replaced with a colossal figure, one that he did not recognize. Panic surged through him, and he bolted upright, his instincts screaming at him to run.

"Who—where?" His voice was a frantic whisper, his body trembling as he quickly turned his head in every direction for you. You were here with him, right? Where are you? Where did you go? Those thoughts were repeating in his mind that he didn't notice the slight stir the figure made.

You were drowsy, but sensing discomfort from Scara, as this realm allowed you to, you tiredly opened your eyes and saw him turning around, looking everywhere, before he felt eyes on him and locked eyes with you.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Scaramouche couldn't see you anywhere, and to make this considerably worse, the giant figure woke up, looking straight at him, looking almost at his very being. He felt his blood freeze in his body; he didn't think that was possible. Not wasting another second, he turned and sprinted. Can he even outrun it? Where is he running? Where are you? His breath is labored; it's hard to run on this plushy surface, almost falling at every step.

Your senses were flooded with Scaramouche's fear, and you reached out instinctively. He shouldn't be scared. Your hand, as gentle as it was large, moved towards Scaramouche to soothe him, to bring him back closer to you. But to Scaramouche, it was overwhelming.

Scaramouche’s mind raced as he stumbled, desperately trying to escape from the towering figure that had replaced the comforting presence he once knew. His heart pounded, not just from fear, but from a deep-seated sense of helplessness that he had tried so hard to bury. He hated feeling like a mere doll, a puppet whose strings could be pulled with little regard for his autonomy. The sensation of being so utterly powerless, so at the mercy of someone else, triggered memories—memories that he wishes he could forget. Memories of his early days, when he was first created and learned of his true nature. Back then, every interaction had seemed to confirm his worst fears: that he was nothing more than a plaything for a god's amusement.

The plush surface beneath him, which had seemed so inviting before, now felt like a trap, each step a reminder of his vulnerability. As he tripped, he cursed under his breath, the bitterness of past betrayals mixing with his current dread. “No, no, not again...” he muttered, struggling to get back on his feet.

You, now fully awake and aware of the distress you had caused, stopped in your tracks. Your hand hovered as you weren't sure what to do now, though intended to comfort, the hand seemed to loom over him like an ominous shadow. “Please, don't run,” your voice echoed softly, trying to cut through his panic.

But for Scaramouche, the giant form was a stark and terrifying contrast to the familiar person he had come to trust. The overwhelming size of the hand, the massive gesture, only reinforced his feeling of being a puppet caught in a storm of uncontrollable forces. He had always loathed the feeling of helplessness, of being manipulated—that's why he became a Harbinger, after all—but this situation exacerbated those fears.

"Scaramouche," the figure called, their voice resonant and soothing, but it only heightened Scaramouche's panic. Scara's eyes widened in terror as the god’s enormous hand reached towards him. Instinctively, he struggled, wriggling against the closing fingers that covered him. The sensation was overwhelming; the figure’s hand, though surprisingly gentle, felt like an inescapable force.

Your head hurt. Your senses were overwhelmed with fear, the opposite of what Scara should have been feeling. "Scaramouche," your voice was firmer now, hoping to break through his panic.

“Let me go!” Scaramouche shouted, his voice strained as he tried to free himself. His breaths came in short, panicked gasps. His mind raced with so many thoughts, memories, and fears.

Knowing you should listen, to give him at least a little bit of sense of control, you brought your other hand to the one holding him and slowly opened it, fearing he might try and jump off. Scaramouche felt his stomach flip as he was turned around in the hand. As the hand opened, Scaramouche, now on his knees, looked up, feeling forced to. He once again locked eyes with you. His violet eyes, usually sharp and filled with defiance, were now wide and vulnerable. They blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of tears that threatened to spill. Each flutter of his eyelids was a silent struggle to hold onto reality and calm his racing thoughts. The blinking slowed, but his gaze remained intense, flickering with a mix of lingering fear and desperate hope.

You slowly lifted your hands, your eyes softening with guilt almost to the point of tears. "I'm so sorry, Scara." Recognition dawned in Scaramouche's eyes. He froze, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You—what...?" Confusion consumed him.

The confusion quickly morphed into anger. Scaramouche’s eyes narrowed, and he clenched his trembling fists. "Let me down," he snapped, his voice rising. "Now."

You flinched at the sharpness of his tone, setting him down. He took a few cautious steps back, guilt weighing heavily on you. "I didn't mean to scare you," you said softly. "I thought it wouldn't matter—"

"Wouldn't matter?" Scaramouche cut you off. "How could something like this not matter?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the tranquility of the realm. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? That I wouldn't care? You... you lied to me!"

"I didn't lie," you said softly, trying to keep your voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill. "I just... I didn't know how to tell you."

"That's a lie by omission," he spat, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Scara, please," you reached out a hand, but he flinched away, anger flashing in his eyes.

"Don't touch me!" he snapped, taking another step back. "How can I trust you now? What else have you been hiding?"

The guilt weighed heavily on you, the pain of his mistrust cutting deeper than any blade. "I never meant to hurt you. I only want to protect you."

"Protect me? From what?" His voice was a mixture of anger and hurt, a rare vulnerability showing through his usual bravado. "I don't need to be protected!"

"I know you don't," you said softly, "I'm sorry. I should have told you." You took a deep breath to calm your growing headache and began focusing to slowly form back into your smaller self.

Scaramouche watched as you shifted back, the process like one big fluid motion. His anger was still simmering but mingling with hurt. "You should have," he said as you took slow steps towards him, giving him some space. His voice was quieter but no less intense.

"Let's go back, Scara," you said as you looked at the ground in shame. Scaramouche looked at you, his expression hard but conflicted. "Fine," he muttered, not meeting your eyes. "Take me back."

You nodded, lifting your hand as the realm dissolved and his office materialized around you, the air thick with tension in the small space. Scaramouche immediately walked over to his desk, his movements tense and agitated.

You stood by the door, watching him with a heavy heart. "I'm going to get some fresh air. I'm truly sorry for all of this." He didn’t respond immediately, his back turned to you as he gripped the edge of his desk, his knuckles white. After a moment, he spoke, his voice low and strained. "Just... leave me alone for now."

You nodded, though he couldn’t see it. "Alright..." With that, you turned and quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind you. Outside, you leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. The pain of his mistrust still weighed heavily on you, but you hoped that, given time, he might find it in his heart to forgive you. You pushed back against the wall as you paced back and forth, your mind equally chaotic. You couldn't help but replay the events over and over, wondering how you could have handled things differently. The weight of your guilt was overwhelming, but you were determined to make things right, no matter how long it took. You started walking towards the exit, ignoring everything around you as you walked.

Inside the office, as the minutes ticked by, the silence was deafening. Scaramouche's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He hated feeling this vulnerable, this betrayed.

Scaramouche sat down heavily in his chair, his mind racing. He was furious, hurt, and confused all at once. The revelation of your true form had shattered the trust he had painstakingly rebuilt with you. He didn't know how to feel, but he knew he needed time to process everything.

BONUS

As you walked down the hall, your mind still reeling from the confrontation with Scaramouche, you barely noticed Tartaglia approaching from the opposite direction. Usually, you would exchange a few words, but today you couldn’t muster the energy.

He lifted an arm in greeting. "Hey, comrade, are you—" You didn’t even glance his way, storming past him without a word. Ajax furrowed his brows in concern. He stood there, watching your retreating figure. Something was definitely off. He had never seen you this upset before. You were one of the few who seemed cheerful every day.

Curiosity and concern gnawed at him, so he decided to head towards Scaramouche’s office. As he approached, he could hear the furious scratching of a pen on paper, punctuated by occasional grunts of frustration. Ajax frowned, pressing his ear to the door, trying to make out more.

Inside, Scaramouche’s anger was palpable. His pen moved with a fury that seemed to match the tempest in his mind. Ajax pieced together the situation, concluding that you and Scaramouche must have had a serious argument.

With a sigh, Ajax stepped back from the door. He knew better than to intrude on Scaramouche when he was in such a mood. As he walked away from the office, he instead decided to find you and see if there was anything he could do.

I Honestly hope this is okay I've been writting since midnight to 5am

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itto-l0ver · 9 months ago

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Little doggie Borrower

Yae Publishing House made a recent article about a tiny Borrower with similar appearance to the infamous Ms. Hina. Itto makes it his soul purpose to witness this tiny person for himself.

“Itto… it’s so early in the morning! Where are you even planning on heading off now?” Granny Oni grumbles at Itto in concern as he stuffs a small satchel with supplies.

“Did you see what Yae Publishing House published today!? Here! Look, look!!” Itto picks a paper up and shuffles over to Granny Oni, showing her the contents of the paper. “Look what it says! Borrower with a similar appearance to Ms. Hina on Yashiori Island!!” Itto is practically squealing as he lets his imagination take over. “Just imagine! A pocket size Ms. Hina… oooh man!! I gotta see this myself, Granny!” Itto bites his lip in a huge grin as Granny Oni observes the page.

“Itto, do you even know if this is real..? In all my years of living I’ve never seen ‘tiny person’ well.. Borrower before; they're only fairy tales.” Granny Oni sighs seeing the glimmer of light in Ittos crimson eyes, not showing any signs of giving up on this journey. “They gotta be real if Yae Publishing House covered it! They'd never lie! Don’t worry Granny I’ll be fine, promise!” Itto walks back over to his satchel, stuffing the paper inside and swinging it over his shoulder.

He could barely contain his excitement as he stared off in the direction of where his travels headed. Not wasting any more time he pranced over to Granny Oni, hugging her tightly, and kissing her cheek. "I'm off now Granny! I'll be careful, I pinky promise!!" Itto yells running off on his way to get a glimpse of this tiny person.

With a spring in his step, filled with determination in his eyes, Itto makes his way to where the location of the sighting is. A small area near Fort Fujitou…

It was a late morning in the outskirts of Fort Fujitou, still damp outside from the recent occurring thunderstorms that night. A single bead of water glides down a large leaf overhead of a hallow tree stump, the water gets to the tip of the leaf and falls down right on top of a little sleeping figure, startling him awake.

“Wah!? Awh..” *Gorou grumbles as he sits up in his makeshift bed of leaves and grass. He shakes the remaining water that dropped on him out his hair, his ear twitches a couple times as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “Mmh.. is it still morning?” *Gorou asks himself as he gets out of bed, smoothing his fluffed up tail down with his hands.

Gorou makes sure all his trinkets he's collected are in the right place and hasn't been affected by the rain… “Hm.. if the storms get worse I'm gonna have to move again before I get swept away.” Gorou shivers at the thought, rain is one of the biggest dangers for a Borrower…

Shaking those thoughts away, Gorou made his way outside his little hideout, into the sunlight outside. Letting his fur warm up in the sun, Gorou closed his eyes with a small sigh when he suddenly felt the coolness of shade. Was the sun covered by clouds? Gorou wonders as he opens his eyes, expecting to see the sight of the sun shrouded by thick clouds… but he's met with the sight of two red eyes staring down at him. Gorou’s blood instantly ran cold and his tail puffed up in seconds. A..a human!? No… how did I not notice- Wh- what do they want!? Oh god please don't hurt me… Gorou trembled under the gaze of this ‘human’, unable to move an inch from pure fear.

“Oh… my… GOD!!!” Itto exclaimed as he stared down at the tiny person before him, Itto's eyes sparkled like thousands of stars in a night sky. “I knew Yae Publishing House wouldn't lie!! Ohhhh.. you look so much like Ms. Hina!” Itto got down on his hands and knees to get a closer look at the petrified tiny.

M..Ms. Hina..!? Who is that!? Why is this person staring at me like that!? Gorou had so many alarms ringing off in his head, telling him to run away as fast as he can… but he still can't move an inch.

“Hmmm? What's wrong, little guy? Do you speak?” Itto tilted his head to the side as he observed the tiny before him. Is he scared of me? But why would he be? I'm harmless!! Is it my horns..? Itto frowned a bit as the tiny still hasn't said anything. “Ey.. are you scared of me?!” Itto asked in a confused tone as his eyebrow lifted up a bit.

Gorou blinked multiple times in disbelief. H..how could I not be scared of a giant man staring at me like I'm some type of treasure!? Why would he even ask that! …Wait.. he probably thinks… he's not terrifying at all!! Gorou got a cold sweat as his mind raced with thoughts, the one thought of this man not knowing how much of a danger he is to little Gorou sends enough adrenaline through Gorou’s body for him to turn on his heel and start running away as fast as his tiny legs could… He should've known running wouldn't change anything.

Itto's huge hand suddenly came down in front of Gorou like a giant unmovable wall, making Gorou shriek as his tail shot straight up in the air. “Now, now! Don't move now little guy!” Itto's fingers start to close around Gorou, making Gorou panic and scramble away from Itto's huge hand. “Ahh- hey! Don't move away! Lemme pick you up!” Itto whines as he moves his hand towards Gorou.

“Wahh!! No! Leave me alone!!” Gorou cried out as he continued to back away from the huge approaching hand, his heart feeling like it's gonna burst out his chest.

“Ooh! You can talk! Your voice sounds cute!!” Itto bites his lip as he can barely contain his excitement. He lunges towards Gorou with outstretched hands, not wanting him to get away.

Gorou yelps seeing the giant man's hands coming towards him again. Gorou manages to leap out the way just before Itto's hand came swooping down in the spot he was just standing.

“A-!? Hey!! Stop avoiding me!” Itto is getting impatient and antsy since he's failing at capturing such a tiny being. Gorou obviously doesn't listen to anything Itto is saying. Spinning on his heel, Gorou finally gets back the ability to run again and he takes off running away from Itto.

I can't stop! I can't stop!! I gotta keep running, I won't let that giant catch me!! Gorou pants heavily as he runs away like his life depends on it. Glancing over his shoulder, Gorou nearly leaps a foot in the air as he sees the man start chasing after him. “Oh no! Oh god!!” Gorou panics knowing one step from the man is at least 10 for him.. so he'll end up being caught in no time!!

“Ey!! Come back tiny bro!! I promise I'm not gonna eat ya!!” Itto pleads as he runs after Gorou, gaining on him in the matter of seconds.

Gorou's eyes frantically look around for any way to get out of this nightmare of a situation, distracted by his own rampid thoughts Gorou runs into a pebble on the ground which makes him stumble back to a halt. “Ah! Ow-” Gorou whined out, his tail sticking straight up as he felt the massive tremors in the ground getting stronger from Itto almost getting to him. In one last attempt to save himself, with all his little strength he picked up the pebble (which is really like a large rock to him), and pathetically throws it towards Itto. The pebble lands at Ittos feet, Itto comes to a stop as he stares down at the little pebble trying to figure out what it is. Is that.. a… A BEAN!?

“AHHHH!! A BEAN!!!” Itto screams as he scrambles back, tripping on his own feet and landing on his rear with a loud thud that shook the earth for Gorou. Itto curls up and rocks back and forth like a terrified child, whimpering to himself.

Gorou stands there completely dumbfounded. His mouth slightly opens in shock as he stares up at the giant man terrified of… a pebble.. let alone a pebble that looks like a bean. “U..um… it's just a.. pebble.” Gorou says awkwardly.

Itto abruptly stops whimpering and peeks from behind his hands down at the pebble on the ground. It was indeed, just a pebble.

“Coughs.. U-uhm.. O-of course I knew that!! I.. I uh- was just acting! Haha!!” Itto laughs awkwardly trying to cover the fact that he was whimpering like a baby from just a small little pebble.

Gorou stares up at Itto, utterly perplexed. Unable to hold back Gorou stifles a small laugh before clamping his hand over his mouth, glancing up at Itto to see his face turning red from embarrassment.

“Are.. are you laughing at me!?” Itto stammers, his cheeks flushed. “D-.. uh- don't laugh at me!! That's mean!” Whined Itto as he covered his face with his hands, trying to keep some dignity by not turning into a tomato in front of the Borrower.

Watching Itto's reactions Gorou couldn't help but to laugh a bit harder this time, Itto jumps in embarrassment as he peeks through his hands down at Gorou. Puffing up his cheeks Itto lets out a frustrated grumble before lunging forward and clasping his huge hands around Gorou, trapping the Borrower within his hands. In those few seconds all Gorou experienced was Itto's giants hands coming down on him and the mini earthquake Ittos movements made.

Ittos embarrassment vanishes as a cheeky grin spreads across his face as he hears Gorou’s tiny yelp within his hands. “Ha! Not laughing now are ya tiny bro!?” Itto yells triumphantly as he rises up to his knees, keeping his hands tightly enclosed around Gorou.

Not even a split second later Ittos expression quickly changes to surprise and then regret as he hears the tiny whimpers coming from within his hand. “Oh shoot.. ah- may of messed up.. here.” Itto stammers with a guilty voice. How could he be so rowdy with someone so small!? He's more gentler with the kids he steals candy from than what he's doing now.

Itto slowly opens his hands, cupping Gorou between them as he peers down at Gorou. Itto winces as he sees Gorous little body trembling like a leaf, his brown tail curled into his body and his ears pressed against his head as he has his eyes shut. Itto bites his lip, frantically looking around for anything to fix this. “Ahh, I'm sorry little bro- h- um.. hold on, just- don't cry, please!” Itto stares down at Gorou apologetically.

“Hm.. maybe shade will help?” Itto glances around and sees a nearby tree, he walks over to a common Sunsettia tree, he sits down on a stump beside it. He feels like such an idiot for scaring the tiniest person he's ever met in the short time he discovered Gorou. “Uh.. hm…” Itto glances up and sees a Sunsettia within his reach. Food! That fixes everything! ..Right? Itto gets a glimmer in his eye as he thinks he found a way to be forgiven by the Borrower.

Itto reaches up with his freehand, grasping the Sunsettia and plucks the fruit from the tree. With an uneasy look on his face, Itto slowly lowers the fruit towards Gorou in an attempt to offer it to him. Gorou yelps, feeling the smooth skin of the fruit brush against his tiny arms and causes him to look up to be met with the slight of the Sunsettia. Gorous eyes slightly widen, a perfect Sunsettia is rare for little people since only the overripe ones are accessible after they've fallen from the tree.

Gorou cautiously looks up at Itto, Itto looks so stressed and nervous like Gorous decision is the most important in the world. Timidly glancing back and forth between Itto and the fruit before him, Gorou slowly leans in and takes a tiny bite of the Sunsettia. Gorou’s eyes instantly light up, his stiff tail slowly starting to wag as a clear sign of enjoyment which makes Ittos eyes glimmer with relief.

Gorou takes a couple more bites of the Sunsettia before letting out a hum of enjoyment and wagging his tail happily. Ittos eyes sparkle as he mentally freaks out about the adorable behavior of the tiny. After a few moments of silence and Gorou enjoying the fruit, Itto speaks up. “So.. are we good?” Itto makes a small guilty grin as his expression looks hopeful and stressed out at the same time.

Gorous ears tuck against his head as he glances up at Itto, this giant oaf still poses danger to him so he's unsure if he feels the slightest bit safe around Itto. Gorou looks back down at the Sunsettia before giving a little shrug before speaking. “I.. guess so.. maybe?” Gorou slightly looks up at Itto to see his reaction.

Itto grins brightly before pumping his fist in the air. “Yesss! I got mini Ms. Hinas trust!!” Itto whispers triumphantly as Gorou stares up at him in pure confusion… Who in the world is Ms. Hina..!?

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