Your black hair is like the dark night.
But it brightened my life.
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The boy who warmed me when I was young is now sealed in the pages of comic books.
His name is February.
He is a supporting character.
He even made very few appearances.
Then, let me continue to write a legend of his own for him.
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Those who clicked in have probably read the comic "Stealing Stars in September", right?
It carries my childhood memories, and I believe yours does too.
What I continue to write is a little person who is unknown in the glory of the protagonist.
I fell in love with him right away.
This fanfic has little to do with the original work, and sometimes it just borrows stories.
I must finish writing it...