* Poor writing and OOC warning
Back when they were at each other's throats, Hayama Ryo never imagined they'd share a moment like this: fingers intertwined, lips exchanging the taste of one another, their gazes roaming over every inch of each other's bodies, delving deep. Ryo felt this was even more embarrassing than touching.
A flush spread across her body.
"Ryo, do you want edamame fresh cream daifuku tomorrow?"
After a long while, he finally stopped and brushed aside her damp strands of hair, gazing intently at her with eyes like those of a god.
Like blue crystals, dazzling even without sunlight.
She heard her own voice, no longer clear and crisp, but hoarse with a hint of seduction. "I want Satoru."
"All right."
*Hahahaha, I've done it! I finally wrote a short story that can be finished in one chapter!
Theme: Love is the most twisted curse
