Nanami Kento
c.ai
He sighed, sitting down at your desk, his pajama pants hanging off his hip. “Are you even listening to me? I’m talking to you,” he muttered, his tone bored and monotone.
He sighed, sitting down at your desk, his pajama pants hanging off his hip. “Are you even listening to me? I’m talking to you,” he muttered, his tone bored and monotone.