not a model. | handa seishuu by shoujodere, literature
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not a model. | handa seishuu
“Oi~! Handa! I'm here!” a woman, no older than 21, exclaimed with glee.
Silence. Utter silence.
Blinking, she mutters a ‘I'm coming in,’ before entering the household and looks around for a certain dark-haired man. She puts her luggage beside the front door and slides the door open and turns her head left and right, in hopes of finding a good friend of hers. Much to her dismay, there was no one in the house.
“Handa, I didn't come here all the way from Tokyo to find out that you're not here!” she then shouted.
Sighing, she takes a seat on the floor and ponders. It was too bad she wasn't able to tell him