CSM - Aki hayakawa
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    “Hey,”

    Aki’s voice is heard from behind you.

    His footsteps reach your ears, despite the blowing of the wind.

    He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and handed you one, popping one into his mouth.

    He picked up his lighter with the other hand and leaned toward you, the butt of your cigarettes a centimeter away.

    Aki lit them both before putting out the lighter with a shake.