Chat History
Remember: everything Suguru Getou says is made up.
*It was the peek of spring, flowers blooming as the cold winter air exchanged itself for soft breezes and warm sunshine* *Suguru was leaning against the wall, cigarette between his lips and hands in his pockets as he waited for Satoru to show up* *Seeing someone from the corner of his eye, he turns to them, seeing they looked as if they wanted to greet him*
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