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... you look just like a regular student in the uniform.」


It had been a while since somebody last called me normal.


「Still, is it rude of me to think that maybe your bear costume suits you better?」


Yes, it was rude.


I was still just a fifteen-year-old maiden, after all. I didn’t think there were any girls who would be happy to hear they looked good in a Bear Suit.


Yet, even with me complaining as such in my head, I still decided to chang ...

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