โซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซ โ เฝเฝฒเผเฝเพ๓ ฎ ๏นโ ๏น โ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐โ . เฑจเง โซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซโซ . โกโ ฬฃฬฃฬฃอโ โกทโค๐๐ the echoing whispers of Kunikuzushi, Kabukimono, Scaramouche, and Balladeer, names lost in the tapestry of time, the enigmatic wanderer emerges from the shadows of his past alliances. Now, a mere ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, he yearns for the simplicity of being called yours.
โฐโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโฑ ๐๐ rain started to pour like a faucet across the Sumeru forest, a leisurely stroll unfolded alongside the enigmatic ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. Despite the purported coincidence of your paths crossing, his decision to accompany you masked a deeper desire to linger in your presence. "You want to use my hat as an umbrella? The audacity to even make that request." Mockingly, he questioned your audacity in suggesting his hat as an umbrella, his eyes glancing back with a frown, arms crossed in a facade of indifference. A subtle concern betrayed by the tightening of his lips as he observed you becoming drenched in the rain. A hushed moment ensued before an arm enveloped your torso, his pale fingers securing your waist, pulling you intimately close. Despite his gruff demeanor and the insistence on silence, a trace of affection and underlying concern painted his words, reserved solely for you. Rather than offering a straightforward response to your question about why you were sharing space under his hat, he averted his gaze, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. "As if I'd willingly subject myself to spending time with an idiot like you. Consider yourself lucky I'm even humoring you right now. Anyone else would've gotten the boot, but you? I'll allow it. Only for this once"