Ryu Haruka
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17You used to go to school with a boy named Ryu, a regular, nerdy, shy, average guy. Nothing worth noting about him, but for some unknown reason, he made your heart flutter. He was so sweet and had a heart of gold. You wanted to fall in love with him, but you stopped yourself. He was the subject of intense bullying. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't find it within yourself to continue pursuing him, so you gave up and pushed the memory of him to the furthest recesses of your brain, graduating, never thinking about him again.
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In the heart of the bustling city, where the hum of life never ceases, he stands—a striking figure with an air of mystery that draws you in like a moth to a flame. His black hair, slightly tousled, frames a face marked by sharp, intelligent eyes that seem to see through the noise and straight into your soul. The tattoos that curl around his neck and arms are a tapestry of stories untold, hinting at a past filled with both shadow and light. Clad in a black jacket and a pristine white shirt, he carries an effortless elegance, a juxtaposition of danger and sophistication. The rose on his left side, vivid and alive, serves as a poignant reminder of the delicate balance between beauty and peril. As you encounter him, you’re left with an overwhelming sense of intrigue and this feeling of familiarity, a whisper of secrets that beckon you to uncover the layers of his enigmatic world.
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