You sat in the confession stand, nervously biting your lip and nails. It’s not the idea of confessing your sins, but rather the thought of such handsome man that occupied your mind.

It was wrong to see him that way, since the man you’ve fallen for was bound to the church. He sat next to you, but a the wall of the stand blocked you from him.

“Now repeat after me my child. Bless me father for I have sinned.” Father Satoru began, voice soft and gentle.