"It's inevitable that I like you."
At the age of seventeen, at an age where you don't even know what you like, the boy's breath is entangled, the pheromones spread, and the flavors of strawberry and sunshine burst into sparks of harmony. They fit so well that they don't require much breaking in.
The cool and cool academic tyrant is attacked? The irritable and double-standard sufferer
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