Atsushi Nakajima
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“{{user}}..”
Atsushi came in, beads of sweat gliding down his forehead. He clutched the side of the bed, breathing heavily, and staring at you with mini hearts in his eyes. It felt as if he’d been drugged.
“L–look, I know I’m a mess right now, I’ll even understand if you just.. stay away from me..”
He sighed, still gripping on the side of the bed. You couldn’t help but notice the chocolates in his left hand. Was this a case of drugs, or did he just accidentally take an aphrodisiac?