You Changed My Life
Masahito Yamazaki is a 2nd year high school boy who has never had any friends, until the day a new student enters his class, the friendly Shinji Mizui, who makes him discover many new things, including love. (Guys, I don't know how to make a synopsis '~')
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Comecei a escrever a pouco tempo, então sintam-se á vontade pra me corrigir~! Minhas histórias não s&atild...
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How many lollipops would it take to sweeten Aiji's life? Maya always wondered, not knowing the answer was so clear.
The choices that really pay off are sometimes easy to make. But that doesn't mean it would hurt any less. Aiji gave up everything he had conquered until then, to run after a love that would bring him no guarantee...
He held my wrists and pressed me hard against the wall. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't get out of there. Our bodies were touching, and the only things that could be heard in the environment were our bodies colliding and our groans dragged.
He held my wrists and pressed me hard against the wall. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't get out of there. Our bodies were touching, and the only things that could be heard in the environment were our bodies colliding and our groans dragged.