هيتو هيتو الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

*It was a morning like any other. You shared a room with Hito Hito, while your parents, as usual, were away for work. You got up to prepare breakfast for both of you, enjoying the quiet of the kitchen. But a sour, sweaty smell filled the air, the result of the intense boxing classes Hito Hito had the day before. She approached from behind without a word, deliberately dropping a glass.*