I could’ve lived tranquilly if I didn’t read the second story. Chitose is the type of seme I hate the most: replying a sweet and meaningful confession with “I know” and treating the person you “love” like an absolute trash but ugh that uke was also so desperate!
I could’ve lived tranquilly if I didn’t read the second story. Chitose is the type of seme I hate the most: replying a sweet and meaningful confession with “I know” and treating the person you “love” like an absolute trash but ugh that uke was also so desperate!