A/N: Hello, beautiful people! Here's your third chapter. And your chocolates. And Killua, if you want. Lol. I'm kidding. Killua is for Yuhi in this story. Jii~ Sorry, Gon. XD Again and again and again, thank you all for the continued support! For the new readers, welcome! Thank you so much. I am blushing. *pukes* Haha! No, really, thank you!

Doki = sound of a heartbeat

Disclaimer: I am in love with Kurapika. Ahem. (just so to clear any misunderstandings lol)


TRUTH OR CONSEQUENCE

CHAPTER THREE
The Power Of Chance

The weekend went by swiftly and as normal as any other weekend in Tomo. But for our auburn-haired protagonist, the weekend seemed brighter and happier and livelier. She couldn't help but go out and feel the fresh breeze of nature against her face. The recovery of her arms took only a good night's sleep. But her case was quite serious said the nurse. Her guardian, Roroturo, even attempted to go and sue the teachers for what they have done to his precious kid. The other teachers were worried sick and the head of the school called on Ms. Irisa and Mr. Yama to inquire about what happened to Yuhi. Because of the effect of the punishment to her arms, she was sent home early that Friday with Sejin, the class president, as her company.

Everyone even asked how she was doing with concerned eyes, but Yuhi looked okay beyond anything. She didn't mind her swollen arms that much, because she was used to that kind of thing, and because something else magical had happened. The auburn-haired girl couldn't help but smile whenever she remembers her encounter with her white-haired angel. It made her mood as bright and gleeful as it ever was.

And it continued until another week came. It was Monday, and though busy with school and all, Yuhi hoped to see Killua again. She couldn't help but wish it, because the presence of the white-haired boy alone–be it close or distant–was the ultimate energy booster. Just a single short glance of him was enough to make up her entire day. And this time, she was determined to speak to him and give her sincerest thanks.

"Can't teachers give work to other students? There are more than 30 of us in this class. I'm not the only one," Sejin mused with pure irritation as she fixed her desk–her desk filled with exam papers on History the teacher gave for her to check. She paused when she received no reply and turned her gaze to her left. A sigh escaped her throat. "Yuhi, I'm not going to tell you about daydreaming again but your case is the worst, I think."

But the addressed remained unaltered. She even shrugged in delight as she scribbled through her notebook with a smile on her face.

The raven-haired girl pushed the bridge of her glasses and leaned over to her seatmate's desk–checking what's keeping her busy.

. . .

KILLUA

Sejin couldn't help but roll her eyes. How many more pages she'd have to use to write his name in? "Yuhina, you're wasting ink, paper, and effort." She'd tell her to stop being childish but that might be too offensive.

"Have you ever wondered why an angel's face was given a name like this?" Yuhi finally spoke, running her small fingers through the name she wrote on the last page of her notebook.

"Have you ever wondered why you even bothered to care about this?" Sejin immediately retorted, looking indifferent.

After a pause, the auburn-haired lass turned and looked at her seatmate–a huge grin spreading across her face. "Does that mean I care about him too much?"

Sejin's eyebrows furrowed. "Are you acting like a naïve person? Because I'm not buying it."

Yuhi let air out of her nose and retracted with a small smile, leaning her back on her chair. "I just wanted to know, you know. He's so… reserved." She then looked out the window. And a big thump in the chest was the trigger. Killua was there outside the courts with Gon and their other friends, sharing laughs and friendly pranks with each other.

Doki.

Biting her lip was necessary. She didn't want anyone to see her looking at Killua and subconsciously smiling wide. Her feelings for him should remain a secret. She didn't want a fight with the world–the crowded world of her girl friends' affection for him. So, with every blink she took pictures of the boy's laughing expression and restored them in her memory bank; thinking of how precious his smiles must be. Yuhi sighed in awe. No wonder all the girls like you.

On the other side, Sejin released a small smile and shook her head while returning her gaze to her messy desk. Even though she always gave Yuhi lectures on expectations and things concerning girls and boys she read in some books, seeing her friend bright and happy made her comfortable. The raven-haired only cared for Yuhi's welfare. And she was impressed by what the latter told her the previous Friday about how the Killua boy 'helped' Yuhi keep up with the brutal punishment she herself finds ridiculous. That made up for his horrible attitude towards them the day before that.

The bell then rang. Lunch was over.

Yuhi buried herself in her seat, scribbling circles and lines around Killua's name on her pad. Science's next. A small smile played on her lips. She felt that she'd be extremely timid around Ms. Irisa after what had happened. But she did the homework her female teacher gave to make up for the period she'd lost. She just hoped it would earn her points in the lady's good conduct list–at least just a little.

In all honesty, she of course felt bad about the fact that her teachers practically got scolded by the school's head because of her.

"Yuhi, principal's calling for you."

And as though someone electrocuted her, Yuhi instantly sat straight and closed her notebook, and hid it under her desk in a speed of light. She turned her gaze to the person who spoke and smiled at him. Her pulse raced for a second. I could've been caught! "Yes, Suno-kun?"

The boy with short brown hair furrowed his thick eyebrows as he watched his classmate's weird movements. "Principal's calling you."

Yuhi fixed her notebook and buried it in the lower-most part of her bag. "Why?"

Suno shrugged. "Don't know." Then he stretched his neck to look at what Yuhi was doing. "What do you have there?"

Blood ran up the latter's cheeks. She turned to face the boy and waved her hands frantically in front of his waiting face. "N-Nothing! Don't ask me anything!" She laughed quite obviously in a sheepish way and stood up. "I'm going."

The brown-haired boy grinned teasingly. "Hehh… Is it about that Gon guy from 2-A?"

Yuhi's eyes grew wide. She laughed hysterically and quite strongly slapped the boy's arm. "I told you that's nothing." She then turned to Sejin with a begging face and mouthed 'please, my bag' before walking out of the room and leaving a laughing classmate.

Smoke made of pure embarrassment came out of Yuhi's ears the moment she stepped out of their room. They still couldn't get over it. She started walking. What's so wrong about a friendly visit?

Realizing that she was walking along the hallway where the room of 2-A was, she took a swift glance through the glass window from the corridor side. And there she instantly saw that dreamy white hair with its owner, looking out at the horizon, while everyone's intently listening to the teacher. She couldn't help but giggle before hopping down the stairs and towards the principal's office. If only they knew…


The school's head was a big man in his mid-50s, with gray hair and a nice looking small smile ever so present on his face. He was always good with students and teachers and talks with a calm and warm tone in his voice. Yuhi liked Mr. Chango very much–and not just because he always inquired about the students, but because he's just so nice and light-headed to everybody.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Chango. Suno said you called for me?" the auburn-haired girl greeted with a smile on her face as she entered the office.

The man turned from writing something on a piece of paper and towards the student. "Yes. How have you been child?"

For a second Yuhi thought the principal's going to give her a memo there. But the soft tone in the man's voice gave her ease. "I'm great!" she declared cheerily, shaking her arms. "See?"

Mr. Chango released an airy husky chuckle. "That's good to hear." He then leaned back, gesturing to the chair in front of his table. "Have a seat, please."

A slight rush of nervousness ran through the student's spine. She obediently complied. Am I in trouble?

But it turned out that the man only intended for a chat about the teachers in school–probably getting a feedback from a student. He had told Yuhi that Ms. Irisa would not be attending class that day because she's ill. And he even joked about how quick karma does to people to the student–which the latter found quite harsh, and defended for the lady teacher's human rights in her own understanding. The old man laughed everything off and told the child that he was only trying to get into kids' way of talking.

After a short 3 minutes of conversation, Mr. Chango motioned Yuhi to go back to their room and announce the news about the science teacher's absence. "Also announce the homework Ms. Irisa left for you to read and please do tell your president to monitor the class while there's no teacher, alright?"

The auburn-haired girl smiled and nodded. "Yes, sir!" She then headed towards the door, grabbing the doorknob.

The principal replied another airy chuckle and leaned back on his seat. Glancing at the pile of papers on his desk, he instantly called Yuhi back.

The latter, who was halfway out the door, turned around with quizzical eyebrows to Mr. Chango. "Yep?"

"I'm sorry, I forgot. But can you bring these important files upstairs?"

Yuhi returned to her usual optimistic face while walking back to the table. "Sure! Where would I bring them?" she asked, pulling the papers in her hands.

Mr. Chango smiled. "Thank you. Please bring these to Mr. Yama. I believe he's in 2-A right now."

Heh–? And for a millisecond, Yuhi's world stopped spinning. She froze.

"Don't worry, child. You won't be interrupting his class. Tell him those are the files I needed to give him at lunch." The principal then gestured his hand for the student to move along.

The auburn-haired girl took the pile in her arms but her expression remained blank. "I'll be giving these to Mr. Yama… right now?" she silently asked–sounding as though the question was meant for her to answer.

The man nodded. "Yes, please, right now."

A slight perfectly hideous mix of glee and agitation combated inside Yuhi's chest. She was normally subtle about bringing something to a teacher currently in class, but she felt… nervous or some sort.

"…Yuhina?"

A snap back into reality.

The addressed stood straight and blinked before nodding firm and exclaiming "It'll be delivered, Mr. Chango!" with a solid face.

The auburn-haired girl then walked through the hallways and up the stairs, carrying a pile of papers in her hands with her eyes on the ground. Many things swarmed in her head like a flock of flies was in there. She was thinking about where she'd look upon entering the room, how she should cope with the crowd if ever Mr. Yama 'introduced' her again, how fast she should walk upon leaving, and how her expression should be. Yuhi's shyness before a crowd was increasing by the minute. And… Killua is in there. She didn't know what she'd look like in front of the class when her gaze falls upon the white-haired boy. Yuhi pursed her lips and nodded to herself. Then don't look at him, pfft. She reached the second floor and walked through the hallway with slow strides, trying to focus. And just as instantly–

Oof!

Yuhi carelessly bumped into a person, making her lose control of the pile in her arms. The papers scattered on the floor. With wide eyes not leaving the pieces on the floor, the auburn-haired hurriedly apologized as she crouched down and started picking them up on by one. Her eyebrows were creased ever so worriedly. I'm screwed if these were sorted. And just then, a hand appeared in her vision, also collecting the papers from the floor. Naturally she'd smile and apologize to the person for helping her out, but the files sent by the principal occupied her consciousness.

Hoisting the last paper on the floor, Yuhi shifted her weight to her right leg and placed the piece on top of the pile in her arms. The person, who she guessed was the one who she bumped into, handed her the pieces he collected. Yuhi took them. "Thank you," she sincerely stated without averting her eyes from the papers. Standing up she fixed her uniform. A sheepish smile spread across her face as she readied herself for the apology. She looked up. "S–"

But no one's there.

The smile on her face disappeared as Yuhi looked around, only to find herself alone in the hallway. She decided to turn around, and there she saw walking slowly, with his back facing her, and with his hands naturally placed inside his pockets.

White hair…

Doki.

It was Killua.

What are the chances?

Yuhi stared with surprise written all over her face. Her heart raced. Is this why cliché's are always present in stories; because they really do happen in real life? A dreaming smile slowly paved its way across Hina's face. She shrugged in awe and embraced her arms–feeling throb against her chest the pile of papers Mr. Chango asked her to bring to Mr. Yama–

A pause.

Reality came back. Yuhi then straightened up and cleared her throat, shaking the thoughts away and replacing it with a straight face, as she strode towards class 2-A.

Three knocks and she slid the door open. Gazes from some people inside the room shifted to the door. Yuhi immediately approached the teacher's table where Mr. Yama seated behind. Apparently they were having an activity. Good timing, Mr. Chango.

"Ah!"

Everyone's gazes then turned towards the person who exclaimed quite enthusiastically, seated in the second row near the windows.

The auburn-haired girl paused midway and turned her head.

A glistening pair of honey brown eyes met her auburn ones. The spiky-haired boy's smile was from ear to ear. "Yuhi!"

An equal reaction was instantly replaced by the addressed. Yuhi beamed, and waved a hand at him.

Gon did the same and leaned back on his seat as he watched the auburn-haired girl hand the papers she was holding to their math teacher.

Well, that was nice. Yuhi felt like running to Gon and talking to him all day. She was just so optimistically ecstatic for meeting a person who rather… surpasses her giddy mood. It made her want to bounce in delight and awe–made her feel that being so enthusiastic is not a bad thing at all. She turned to the teacher. "Mr. Chango sent these for you, Mr. Yama."

The addressed fixed his glasses as he looked at the pile that was in his student's hands.

The latter placed it on the table and waited for Mr. Yama to send her off. She then turned her gaze towards the class slowly, finding that the people she knew were the only ones that were looking her way. She smiled at them in acknowledgement, playfully stuck a tongue out at some girl friends, and beamed at Gon. Her gaze then went past the empty chair next to the latter. Taking a quick deep breath she returned to her teacher. Good thing he's not in here or else... She suppressed a smile when she remembered the thing that happened a little while earlier.

"Did Mr. Chango say anything else?"

Mr. Yama's voice called her attention. Yuhi immediately attended. "No, sir. He only told me to hand those to you. They're the files he said he needed to give you at lunch."

The teacher nodded. "Okay, you can go now. Thank you."

Yuhi did the same, and turned around to walk out–shooting the people she knew pieces of small smiles.

"Bye, Yuhi!" Gon waved a hand at her.

Everyone shared a laugh.

Yuhi paused, and blinked, and gave her share of a laughter. She nodded and waved a hand again before heading for the door.

But it slid open before she could grab the handle.

Heh–

Dokidokidoki.

Yuhi's light auburn orbs met the person's blue ones instantly–and instantly her pulse started racing.

Again, it was Killua.

The imaginary fireworks started appearing slowly in the background again, the romantic instrumental music started playing in her head. It felt like another scene from a cheesy romantic comedy movie. But Yuhi loved the feeling nevertheless. However it halted when she recalled her position. Her joints were acting up. She was feeling nervous. She started to think that everyone was looking at them. I… need to get out… It's a good thing she suppressed that goofy smile passionately fighting its way out of her lips.

She took a step to the right. But lo, Killua took a step in that direction as well. The auburn-haired immediately took a step to the left; and Killua to his right–making them both step into the same direction. The moment was awkward and heart-pounding for our protagonist.

"Killua, go to your right! She'll go to her left!" the same spiky-haired boy exclaimed, trying to help.

The white-haired boy only gave him a disbelieved face. "That's the same thing, you idiot!"

The students suppressed a laugh.

The teacher cleared his throat loud.

Killua then just moved aside to let the girl pass.

Yuhi slightly bowed and flashed a shy smile towards the boy, and she walked out with a galloping heartbeat.

Killua slid the door shut behind him and walked towards his desk. He turned to his best friend as he hoisted his pen. "Do you know that girl?" he whispered, a naturally irritated tone in his voice.

The latter nodded cheerfully. "She's Yuhi from 2-B. She's the one I've been telling you about."

"Ah…" Killua nodded slowly with a quizzical look on his face.

Mr. Yama cleared his throat loud again and shot a look at the two boys.

They immediately went back to Algebra.


Long, fast strides defined Yuhi's steps as she walked towards their classroom. In a nick of time she was seated in her place again, a bittersweet filling occupied her drowning chest. She wanted to smile, and cry at the same. She didn't know what, when, where, why, and how, but the sweet feeling was prevailing. She pressed her lips together to keep the smile to herself. Burying herself in her seat she looked out the window, and saw everything as amazingly beautiful as it ever was. She sighed in awe. Oh divine intervention, why are you purposely making this happen?

"What?"

"Huh!" Yuhi instantly sat up straight and looked around, blood filling her cheeks. Her surprised orbs met three questioning pairs.

"I'd say she's dreaming but she just got here," a boy classmate mused to the person next to him.

The auburn-haired held her breath and blinked at them.

Suno was one of them. He leaned closer with that usual furrowed eyebrows of his. "Oi, Yuhi, if principal's got good news don't keep it to yourself, aye?"

"Uh…" Yuhi blinked. She needed to recollect her thoughts.

Sejin was one of them as well. She crossed her arms against her chest and waited.

Oh, yeah! She raised a finger and beamed at them when she remembered, but her wide smile was replaced by a sheepish one when they remained stagnant. "Ms. Irisa's not attending class today," she declared, looking at Sejin.

The two other boys instantly stood up and raised their fists in the air. "Yeeeesss! Woohoo!"

And the class went chaotically ballistic.

However, Sejin remained in her position. She knew there was more.

Yuhi nodded to the people who asked if the news was true then returned to the president. "But she left something for us to read. Mr. Chango told me to tell you to monitor the class, Sejin, while there's no teacher yet."

The latter expectedly sighed and nodded while standing up. "'Kay," she silently mused. Sejin took a deep breath and yelled, "People, couldn't you first wait for an announcement before going pathetically hysterical?"

Everyone then went quiet.

Yuhi returned to her seat, a sweat dropping from her temple. Well, that's Sejin for you. Looking out the window while the president talked about how things will go while the teacher's out, the auburn-haired thought of him again. A small smile escaped her lips. I think my sleepy nerves will be wide awake today.


And true enough–Yuhi's wonderful mood took her to greater heights in the remaining subjects for the afternoon. She soared in Mathematics that day, where she was naturally good at, and participated well in Language, a subject she'd let her eyelids fall in. Her classmates were even surprised about how active she was in the latter, since they're used to watching Yuhi doze off fast.

School then ended, and it was time to go. The day was great. And she decided to take it home with her.

"Heeeyy, Yuhinanana, it's been a while since you walked out of the room with us!" a male classmate teased as they walked towards the door.

Yuhi laughed. "Yeah, it's been a while."

Another male classmate walked beside her and teased, "Did you have a gazillion dose of coffee or something?" The two boys laughed.

The auburn-haired did the same. She shook her head and looked at the two simultaneously as they stepped out into the hallway. "A happy med."

The boys looked at each other, then grinned. "Ah, I knew it. It's that Gon guy." They snickered.

But this time, instead of being surprised, her nerves told her to laugh it off for real. "You guys know nothing at all."

And they teased her even more.

From the doorway of class 2-B, Sejin nodded to herself in understanding while following Yuhi with her eyes. She wondered why the girl instantly became active in class. When she overheard the auburn-haired's conversation with the two boys, she knew the reason already. Something must've happened. Sejin shrugged and hugged the pile of exam papers in her arms tight and started in the hallway. But she paused in her tracks when she saw something that quite fed her curiosity. Her eyebrows furrowed. Is he…?


"I'm home!" the smiling auburn-haired girl announced as she walked inside a busy small Ramen house, with floors, walls, chairs and tables made of Oak and Maple wood. She walked through the small pathways in between tables and towards the counter where a tough-looking man with long sideburns and a moustache was preparing a bowl of noodles while talking loudly to a costumer.

"She slapped the man in the face! But he ended up chasing after her in the end! Ain't that a little cheesy? She should've shot him with a gun if she wanted him gone!" He and his companion sitting on the tall stool by the counter laughed loudly like the men that they are. He then placed the bowl of steamy Ramen in front of the man. "Here ya go, lad." Turning to look ahead, he spotted the girl beaming at him. "Yuhi!"

The addressed smiled widely even more as she waved a hand at him. "Hello, Roroturo-san!"

Roroturo Gyuri is a buff chef whose expertise was making noodles and delicious Ramen. He owns a 24-hours Ramen house near the borders of Tomo, but not too far from the town proper. Workers and travellers are his most frequent costumers–that's why after office hours the eatery gets crowded, like that evening. He is also the person who took Yuhi in when she was only a baby. He wasn't related by blood or by any kind to the girl, but he treated her like his own daughter. Roroturo was a good-natured, optimistically enthusiastic, tough-toned man in his 30s, and he and Yuhi were very close–this was probably how Yuhi's exuberant personality developed.

The auburn-haired girl seated herself on one of the tall stools and leaned her elbows on the counter.

The man went to her and patted her head. "You hungry?" The tone in his voice was husky and tough, but Yuhi was used to it.

She nodded. "I'm starving!"

Roroturo laughed and nodded. "Alright, just you wait. I'm going to make you the best Ramen you've ever tasted!"

Yuhi laughed. "I thought last night's Ramen was the best?"

The man then turned to his side of the counter. "Ah, but that was only the son of the best! This is his mama!" He then went to work.

Yuhi watched the man intently while he creates his masterpiece. It always amazes her how people could chop and cook with perfect measurements. She tried cooking though, but realized that her arms were really only meant for noodle dough-mashing. This was the reason why she managed to hold her arms up in the air longer than any ordinary person could, and why she had tolerated the muscle pain it caused her. Her arms were used to functioning in extreme mashing conditions. Roroturo even told her that she had magically strong arms. That became his pride and glory.

After a few minutes, a delicious bowl of ramen with many colourful toppings of beef, carrots, radish, egg and many more on top appeared before the girl. Her bright-auburn eyes grew wide as her stomach grumbled. "This looks delicious!"

Roroturo crossed his arms against his chest with held his chin up proudly. "But of course!"

"Eh! You're a biased man, Roroturo; making special ramen only for your girl," a frequent costumer teased from beside Yuhi.

The addressed laughed and patted the back of the man. "If I'd make one for you then it wouldn't be so special anymore, now, would it?"

They shared a laugh.

Yuhi then attended to her Ramen. She was truly hungry. "I'll eat this now!" And she munched on.

Roroturo watched the girl and waited for a response.

After a sip from the soup and a bite from the noodles, Yuhi beamed and exclaimed "This is so good!" with food in her mouth.

The man nodded with a triumphant look on his face. He then observed the girl, amused, and quite confused. "Hey, you're early, huh!"

Yuhi nodded. "Yeah, I didn't sleep in class today!"

Roroturo's countenance lightened up. He motioned for a high-five–which was returned by the girl. "Alright! Told ya the ramen I made last night should keep you alert!" he added, leaning over the counter.

Yuhi stuffed the noodles in her mouth as she smiled and giggled to herself at the comment. The ramen… and someone else, that is.

The man's expression changed when he saw the reaction. "Wait, are you laughing at me?"

The auburn-haired girl turned her gaze to her guardian with a quizzical look on her face. Then she gulped the food in as she shook her head. "N-No, Roroturo-san! I think your ramen prophecy was true!" she firmly stated, and she giggled again while returning to her food.

Roroturo blinked. "There it is again!" He leaned over the counter and stared at the girl. "I feel like you're hiding something from me."

A surge of slight panic trembled inside Yuhi's chest. She shook her head and laughed it off. "Why would I be hiding something from you, Roroturo-san? You know I won't do that!" No, she couldn't tell him about her one-sided love life.

The man then blinked a couple of times before laughing with the girl. He patted her head. "Right, right! Just tell me immediately if the Ramen doesn't taste right, okay?"

Yuhi nodded cheerily and continued with her ramen while Roroturo attended to more costumers. She looked at the man with a relieved smile on her face. I can't tell Roroturo-san about him yet. Yuhi didn't want to. She fears that her small fantasy might grow into something she would anticipate to happen if she told her guardian about it. Because then Roroturo would root for her, that's for sure. And that might pressure her to get closer to Killua. She knew about those kinds of things, and though she never truly intended for something like that to happen, she didn't want it to start.

The moment she finished, Yuhi immediately changed and helped Roroturo with the work inside the 24-hours Ramen shop. Every day since she gained understanding on things, Yuhi would help the man inside the shop. Though at first Roroturo refused, because she was a girl and because the costumers were so many she might not be able to take the atmosphere, eventually he gave in. Yuhi was honest about returning the kindness Roroturo had been giving her. So since then, she took part in washing the dishes, waiting tables and–her weekend job–mashing noodle dough inside the kitchen. It was an easy job since their home was only upstairs the Ramen shop. However, like I said, the Ramen shop was a 24-hours eatery. People disperse very late in the evening. There were only few who enter by dawn, though–people who stayed for a drink–but it's all good, because Roroturo and one of his workers could handle the shop by that time, and Yuhi can finally rest in her room like every other night.

After 5 hours inside the Ramen shop, Yuhi was done for the day. "I'm off, Roroturo-san!" Yuhi exclaimed, loosening up her apron and hanging it on a rack inside the kitchen. She stepped out and yawned. "Good night."

The man smiled and waved a hand at her. "Thanks, Yuhi. Sleep tight."

The addressed smiled and nodded. She then turned to the boy who was busily arranging the tables. "Lorn!"

The boy turned around.

Yuhi waved a hand. "Good night!"

He did the same. "Yeah, don't oversleep!"

The girl laughed and smiled at Roroturo for the last time before running up the stairs to her room. Her gaze fell directly at the clock on her bedside dresser. Her eyes slightly grew wide. 11:15 PM. She still had to read lessons in Chemistry and History. Yuhi let out a sigh as she smiled and slumped on her bed, hoisting her bag from the floor. Well, I hope Ms. Irisa could still rest for one more day. Setting everything on her study table and switching the lamp on, she took her seat and played with her pen while scanning through the pages of her books.

Doki.

She smiled widely and giggled, biting her lips.

The face of a certain person went past her thoughts.

I guess I'll just thank him tomorrow.

-CHAPTER END-


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