Junes was a very... bright, place. Akira usually wasn’t impressed by most stores, but Junes was truly something else. Even the other large megamarts in the other countryside towns he’d lived in were nothing compared to the crisp, clean, yet homey feel of the large building. He regards his list once more, before setting off into a brisk walk towards the veggie section. As he does so, he passes an orange-haired young man, the sight of him making the dark-haired first year slow down.
The man seemed... tired.
> his kindness is too low to be of any genuine comfort. he tries anyways.
“Sir?” A soft question. “Is something wrong?”
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