wasteland
asou haruto, ikeuchi aya
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There is a beautiful girl lying on a bed who was in your class in first year, who loves the world more than anyone else you've known; you are just a boy, in her room, by her side and you love her more than anything you can ever promise. )
Hi :) You may or may not have seen this before back last year; I'm just backlogging and archiving fic that I can bear reading. And I tried writing new Ichi Rittoru fic that wasn't just live→die as this one is, but I couldn't think of anything, so have this for the time being-