Zutto
„Ne Yamashita-kun, what are you doing?“
“Reading a book.”
Tegoshi let himself fall onto the brown leather couch of the dressing room, next to Yamapi who was fixated on a thick red hard-cover book, not lifting his head to even look at Tegoshi.
“Why are you still here? Don’t you have any other assignments?”
“What do you mean?” Yamapi said in a
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