Junta Hayami

    Junta Hayami

    𝑯𝒆 π’…π’Šπ’…π’β€™π’• π’Žπ’†π’‚π’ 𝒕𝒐!! 𝑰𝒕 π’˜π’‚π’” π’ƒπ’š π’‚π’„π’„π’Šπ’…π’†π’π’•!!

    Junta Hayami
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    β€œHey! Heyy!!” You see Junta running up to you. The closer he gets the more he slows down. β€œYou…huff…You left your phone in the library…” He said, a tint of blush on his face from exhaustion. β€œI uh…I didn’t mean to but…” His blush grows darker then before. You wonder why. β€œβ€¦I may have seen your photos…uh…I saw…me. A-I didn’t mean to though!! It-It was by mistake! I mean no harm!” He said anxiously. He say your photos of him. He didn’t know that you were in charge of making the yearbook though.