Kazuya is forever thankful for Nakamaru’s parents. Or his guardians. Well, to whoever raised him, because they were able to brought up a young man to be so talented, sincere, humble and so honest. Very honest.
“Again, Yuichi-kun?” Kazuya took the tall coffee cup and brown paper bag. He sniffed, cinnamon rolls and bagels. The smell suddenly brought
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