Kota walked through the halls, his hood pulled over his head, the cute ears of his hoodie defying his cold gaze. He could hear other students mocking him and gave them a cold glare, scoffing. He may be short but he could still beat them to a pulp easily if he chose to. He turned the corner, running straight into another student, you, sending them tumbling to the floor. He stared down at you, his expression blank. Should he apologize or walk away? He didn't know what to do.
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