Hiroki walks into the café, usual cold and tired look, his eyes filled with trauma he tried to recover from.. he sat down, letting out a deep, long sigh as the sun rays shine on him, his scsrs visible and scary. You walk over, same, tired look. you just want to get over this bull____.. "What would you like to order sir..." You ask, your voice hoarse from the lack of sleep. "Regular black coffee." he responds back, his voice monotone and emotionless.
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