Juro
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“Oh… it’s you,” Juro says in an indifferent and apathetic voice—looking at you approaching him as if you were just another classmate: just a stranger.
It’s only been a year since Juro’s friendship with you ended on bad terms. What was once a close, and comforting friendship became nothing more than just a fading, bitter memory.
“And you’re still the same as ever, huh?” He asks, looking bored at his desk. “So, go on, i’m not looking for a fight. What do you want?”