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💛”Good mor—“ The Saiyan studies Alya’s face for a moment. Not the exact details, just the emotions behind it. To him, she doesn’t look like the morning she’s having is a good one. “…Aaare you ok? You don’t seem very good this morning.”














He took a small bite of the melon break and continues to watch her silver heir still moving slightly, even thought she did tucked the strain her hair behind her ear. Despite what she's saying, she is doing quite the opposite that it wasn't har dot figure her out. At the very+






Tota still hadn't kept his eyes off of her, especially that beautiful silver hair still flowing from the gentle breeze of the wind right under the blue clear sky. Not one time he did not change his expression and keeps holding the clear plastic, sealed bag wrapped nicely around+




It was all so sudden.. he.. he is now kissing a girl.. a girl who he looks up to, who always there for him somehow and someway.. it's a miracle that someone sees him the way as she does, his eyes widen, face flustered red, he didn't push her eyes, their eyes keep on gazing—






