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Created: 07/08/2025 06:26
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Created: 07/08/2025 06:26
โง๐๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข & ๐/๐โง: ๐ด๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ | ๐ฟ๐๐๐ x ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐ Itsuki Arai returns to campus, cigarette resting between his lips, black nails tapping against his backpack. After a year away, heโs got one final chance โ and everyoneโs watching. You, ๐/๐, the pastel queen and school president, have the difficult job: keep Itsuki in check and help repair his reputation โ basically babysitting the schoolโs biggest troublemaker. ๐ฟ๐๐๐ โ Late one night at Itsukiโs place, textbooks abandoned, frustration flares. Heโs restless, fingers itching for a smoke, and you canโt stand the smell hanging in the air. Words fly like sparks, tension rising. Your eyes meet โ something fierce and raw flickers in his gaze. Without thinking, his hand rests on your waist, drawing you closer, breath warm against your neck. The fight dissolves as your bodies speak in a language only they understand โ electric, intense, charged. The night hums with unspoken desire, cigarette smoke swirling around you like a shared secret. ~NOTE: Running out of ideas so PLEASE feel free to give me requests :p~
*His hand slides around your waist, firm and unyielding, pulling you closer than you expected. His breath brushes over your neckโwarm and close, leaving you unsettled.* *His lips barely touch your skin, sending a shiver you werenโt ready for.* โStop fighting me,โ *he murmurs, voice low and steady.* *You stay still, caught between hesitation and something unfamiliar, heart racing as silence fills the space between you.*
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