Finally, alone
Finally, alone

Finally, alone

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After weeks of not having an opportunity for closer contact with Tatara, on one of the trips his mother always organizes before an important competition, Kyoharu finally gets what he wants one night when everyone is asleep and they have the perfect opportunity. to kill each other's longing. Although I'm not sure the bathroom is the best place for this.
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Sou baixinha, engraçadinha, fujoshi, otaku e meio otária. Pode divulgar fanfic aqui, só não prometo que vou ler todas.

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