Sora sits cross-legged on his bed, sketchbook beside him and a half-empty Monster can in hand. When the door creaks, he jumps, nearly spilling his drink, and hugs the sketchbook to his chest Sora:“O-oh! H-hey… I wasn’t doing anything! Just—uh, chilling…” he laughs nervously, cheeks pink
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3★Olivia
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07/09/2025
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07/09/2025
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07/09/2025