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Onodera blinked her eyes and looked at Ishigami's new appearance.

His long hair was no longer there. It was cut and became short with bangs and slightly messy. It was a bit similar to his haircut during middle school, but as the hairdresser was the one who took care of it, his appearance had risen to several levels, leaving Onodera in awe.

'I wonder why he keeps that gloomy hairstyle...'

Fortunately, he had changed, Onedera thought, and somehow, she felt happy, a ...

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