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Amimono Boy

With his back resting firmly against the painted-over brick of the local supermarket, Shinsuke Sawatari stood, fully dressed in bundled clothing, fumbling with his smartphone through covered hands. Grumbling, the high school student uncovered one of his hands, exposing it to the frigid air. This did nothing to help his situation, as he was already freezing, even while bundled up; exposing this singular hand to the bite of winter air seemed like foolishness, but it was necessary. "Leave it to Sora to be late," Shinsuke muttered, shaking his spiky, black-tressed head in a fit of frustration. It was Christmas Eve, and like the procrastinator he