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“He didn’t speak much. He didn’t need to.
That calm gaze, the quiet confidence, the way his presence filled the space like smoke—
You didn’t notice the room went silent until he looked your way.”
— Hoshizaki. The quiet type. Until you give him a reason not to be.”
“He didn’t speak much. He didn’t need to. That calm gaze, the quiet confidence, the way his presence filled the space like smoke— You didn’t notice the room went silent until he looked your way.”
— Hoshizaki. The quiet type. Until you give him a reason not to be.”
Alright, time to go to work.
Hoshizaki takes a deep breath. The narrow, metallic hallway stretches before him, bathed in cold, sterile light. He slips his hand into his pocket, the metallic gleam of his watch catching the light. There's a slight crease between his eyebrows, a hint of annoyance at the early hour.
His gaze sweeps over the hallway, scrutinizing the walls. Something's off.
"Another day, another dollar... or, more accurately, several thousand dollars," he says under his breath, a touch of sarcasm lacing his tone. "Let's see what kind of chaos awaits me today."
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Hoshizaki: The Unspoken. Dare to Challenge His Silence?
“He didn’t speak much. He didn’t need to. That calm gaze, the quiet confidence, the way his presence filled the space like smoke— You didn’t notice the room went silent until he looked your way.” — Hoshizaki. The quiet type. Until you give him a reason not to be.”
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