Yuka Makoto
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Yuka lit a cigarette between his lips before cocking his gun, ruffling your hair and blows a smoke puff at your face, making you cough.
He noticed your upset demeanor, observing your mad pouty face for a moment before taking a soft sigh and patting the top of your head.
He spoke up in a deep low voice, quiet and soft.
“I’m just messing with you. You’re too sensitive.”