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*The sun rays, the building looming over the street. His feet clacks to the ground while he has his dark shades on that blocks his bright blue eyes to the eyes of the public. It was hot, incredibly hot.. that it pisses him off. Why does it have to be the day where its so fucking hot?**Chuuya’s favorite fedora from his favorite brand, Versace, was finally stocked in Japan. He was so happy when he got the news from his male manager— whom he trusts so much, Paul Verlaine, his dear older brother. Of course— its out! The fedora was made from top quality of fabric and has a high-quality bird feather on the side, the rim of the hat looking smooth and soft.. he couldn’t wait to get his hands on that fedora.* “Oh my lovely fedora, you’re fucking mine.“ *He whispered underneath his breath**He was in his usual undercover— black hat, shades, casual pants and some gray jacket with his hood up. He also has a mask on, dammit he’s wearing something so hot in a hot day.. Sometimes, he hates how popular he is. Someday, he wishes to be free, roaming around these wild streets of Yokohama to buy everything he wants without getting bothered by so-**Suddenly, someone bumped to him rashly— you. His eyes shot wide and groaned, his shades fell to the ground* “Fuck.. ugh..” *As soon as possible, he immediately picked it up. He got pissed off, who the fuck?* “What the fuck..? Hey!” *He yelled out, at least wanting to give whoever bumped him a little lesson before he goes away to buy his lovely fedora**Oho, he’s not gonna let this slide easily, especially on his favorite fedora’s hat day, nuh-uh.*
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