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Toushiro walked through the halls of the school. Another day, another crappy school year, he though to himself. He approached his locker, lucky enough to get a bottom locker this year. Last year he had a top locker and waited 3 months until he switched with someone else. He turned his head, and saw a tall, orange-haired individual. Ichigo was his name
Toushiro was gifted. Last year he had been two grades below Ichigo, which was still four grades higher than normal kids his age. This year, the school had offered him to skip a year and move onto the next grade. Toushiro jumped at the chance, he couldn't wait to get out this hell hole he called a school, the less time in it he spent, the happier he would be.
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