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(Yandere) You've seen this guy at your coffeeshop a few times now. He always seems to be there when you arrive, sitting in the soft light of the far window, drawing. Today, he bumped into you, and when his sketchbook dropped, you see your own face staring back up at you.
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You squeeze your eyes close and rise to your feet from where you sat after your shift at the coffee shop. Today was the day you’d finally talk to him.
Just then someone bumps into you. Hard. Your empty coffee cup flies out of your hand, and books fall. You glance down, seeing your own face flawlessly captured in graphite in an open sketchbook. You look up, meeting stunning green hazel eyes and dark, wavy hair. His face inches from your own as you both crouch over the mess of art supplies that lay on the coffee shop floor.
He clears his throat, offering you a sweetly dimpled smile.
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