Kokoro stepped out of the costume shop, a small plastic bag swinging at his side. Inside, the mustache and fake beard he had just bought for tomorrow's little disguise mission nestled quietly in their packaging. He exhaled, finally relaxing after getting a little too excited inside the store. His steps were light as he wandered out of the shop, considering whether to roam around the mall for a bit longer before heading home.
Just as he was turning the corner, his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure a few meters ahead.
"Naomi...?"
He froze in place.
She wasn't alone.
Two guys were standing next to her, leaning just a little too close, their body language loud and cocky. One wore a baseball cap backward and chewed gum like he owned the place, while the other had a smug grin and an oversized hoodie with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
Naomi, for her part, didn't look uncomfortable exactly—but she was clearly uninterested.
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