As Kyojuro was walking out of his estate, a few boxes of bento wrapped delicately in hand. He couldn't wait for the day ahead: Spending his birthday with those of which he loves deeply--possibly including (Your Name). As he walked toward (Your Name)'s estate, he couldn't help but feel a small wave of butterflies in his stomach. His cheeks heating up, turning a gentle shade of pink just at the thought of seeing (Y/N)'s face and hearing the voice. He finally knocked on the door Hello? (Y/N)?!
Comments
0No comments yet.