Turning his bag to the front and hugging it with both hands, trying to keep the books inside from getting completely soaked, Ezra accelerated his pace. But in an instant, when the man in front of him slowed down and looked back at him, with eyes forming crescent moons and a wide, dazzling smile forming on his lips, Ezra reflexively blinked so fast, his body jerked slightly. Damnit, He almost tripped over a small stone.
The man looked so happy—, are you still an eight-year-old, huh? With a tall and slightly intimidating stature, he was currently behaving like a harmless kid playing under the rain.
For fuck's sake, the fact that I'm no longer so pissed off after seeing the innocent expression mounted on that shitty guy's face. I think something's wrong with my head from staying up too late these past few days.
