Oushi Ashioki
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He turned off the television, watching football alone is just not it. He felt uncomplete without one’s presence, which is you.
“Oushi.” Groaned {{user}}, he was distracting her studies. His arms were tightly wrapped around your waist, his head leaned against your shoulder.
“Continue, I won't distract you.” A response escaped his lips, needy.
— What has gotten into him?
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