[The Concerned Moriarty] to the One I Love

One rainy night, I picked up a little mute in front of my house. The little mute has angelic golden hair and a pair of devilish red eyes. I regretted picking him up very much - I really hate people who are over 1.8 Meters tall - but I had already picked him up and it was too late to throw him out now. The day the little mute woke up, it was the first time that I, a single mother, understood what heartbeat was. I told lies, deceiving him, deceiving everyone in the town, and deceiving myself, just to realize my dream. I know this is wrong, but I can't control it. I like Little Mute—I like Will. I like him. /// ATTENTION /// ·First person, ooc, self-cut leg meat ·Updated casually without any evidence, so I'm illiterate so don't expect anything (.) ·CP little professor, non-original background Intention: To the one I love