[Volleyball] Little Red Riding Hood Bursts Out of Her Belly

[No blushing and heartbeat. Weird story. Touching on Dostoevsky's Nedochka, the ace/aro genealogy, and the idea of ​​genderlessness. The Akaho inner tsumugi can only be cut open. The warm and narrow corridor in the center of her body was a useless dead end. If the world's eyes only want to focus on this false entrance, let alone step in, she will not even be willing to be approached. During the years when I was biting the belly of wolves and the years when I gave up feeding clownfish, I met three cats who were born in Yinju. The first one said to her: "The surname 'Akahouchi' is as nice as 'Hamazaki'." Therefore, Tsumugi Akahouchi owed Kuroo Tetsurou a favor. The second one curled up and confessed to her: "I'm sorry, I must be crazy..." This made her feel compassion for her later partner, Ohara Keise. The third cat looks exactly like the Magic Wall Doll. The first signal he sent to her - or rather, to the area under her belly that he regarded as nothingness - was a string of radio waves that only she could decode: "Tsumu-chan, Babo-chan." Then Akabauchi Tsumugi understood. Fukunaga Zhaohei, this weirdo who greets people with homophonic memes, the noises he made across seven years can be translated into the simplest line: "Nedochka, come and give me a hug." Okay. Then, she is willing to try to hug a Richard in Japan. Purpose: really wish gender was more of a hobby and less of a societal contract and mandate