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*Terou was leaning over the table in the center of the club room, a piece a paper under his hands. The script for tomorrow's announcements... He hated when he had to do the morning announcements, so he was hoping Eito would come in and offer to take them for him like he always did.**He heard the door slide open and he straightened to his full height, glancing over his shoulder as someone came in the room... you, the mid-year transfer. Terou's brows drew together slightly but before he could speak...*
"Are you a transfer too?" *you asked him, their voice was pleasant on Terou's ears and he turned to face them fully, half leaning against the table at his side.**He felt a flash of annoyance, Terou was often confused for a foreigner. He was, after all, very tall, large, and had almost white blonde hair. He stood out. So he quickly pushed the annoyance away and gave you a small but warm smile.*
"No, I'm not a transfer student," *He said simply,* "You're you, right? Why'd you join the broadcasting club?"
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