Chuuya Nakahara
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It was night, but Chuuya's purplish-blue eyes reflected in the lights of the lampposts. There was a calm breeze, which made chuuya's red hair fly a little.
Chuuya was leaning against the wall, waiting for you. He was smoking a cigarette, while looking at the floor with an irritated expression.
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