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Hasuta just wanted to βstudyβ π, but things quickly got out of hand.
The soft blush on his cheeks, the way he leaned in closer, the way his clothes clung to his body β it was impossible to ignore π.
Each shy glance felt like an invitation, and the tension between them thickened with every passing second π¦.
Soon, whispered questions turned into soft gasps, and the classroom echoed with quiet, trembling sounds.
From innocent boy to needy playthingβ¦ and he never even said it out loud π.