Many years later, as Jonny Joestar and I, along with the man who went by the pseudonym Jero Zeppelin, faced a bleak and unknown future, we began to talk about each other's deepest secrets.
Jero revealed his real name.
Johnny coquettishly revealed his unusual sex.
And I was riding on the horse, confessing in a daze: "I recently discovered that I seem to... Only like... That kind of..."
"Little boy."
"Little boy."
Me: "…………"
Jero comforted me: "What's the point? Everyone understands. You clergy are all like this."
No!
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1. Prerequisites for victory in the Third Crusade, Lord Templar x Johnny (probably) (uncertain)
2. Will use some bad religious jokes, which is very tasteless. The author himself does not intend to go to heaven.
3. The short story is the product of me sleeping only three hours a day, and all the messy DNA stuff came out.
4. Ooc heartthrob (???)
Intention: Just love to cry, just love to cry
[Comprehensive] a Long Farewell