Being ZenHiro"Come on, Zen,” my neighbor grins as he flops dramatically onto my bed. His wild mop of chestnut hair sticks up in every direction like he’s just rolled out of a hay bale—which, knowing Haru, is either that or some forgotten field.The ever-excitable wolf demon has always toed the line between magnetic and insufferable. Charismatic, well-meaning, and vibrant as the twin suns for his boundless energy as Haru is, the Kibar never fails to ride that razor’s edge between awe-inspiring and utterly obnoxious.It mostly depends on the time of day, or situation, he decides to be unapologetically himself. Still, no one should outshine the suns before they’ve even risen.Then again, mornings might as well be a Devil to me.The urge to sink my kunai into those twin golden orbs as if they’re truly the eyes of the Ancients. Ones that rip me from the blissful blank canvas of sleep, never dims. To be fair, that only happens when I’m not up before them. When I don’t have time to brace a
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