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... rown out the noise of the teacher droning on about some math equation too complicated to understand.
The marked exam papers right in front of him—he barely turned a page. The red F on the top already had him leaning against his palm in a sigh.
He doodled and drew; the final year of high school. Drawings of objects from the games he’d play, characters from the shows he’d watch.
The school bell rang as Jotou clicked the pen. Eyebags, hair barely kept together and running on ...
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