I came to pray. I swear I did.
But then she appeared—hakama shirt flowing, sunlight catching the edges, her eyes locking on mine with a playful spark.
How is a man supposed to keep his mind on ancient prayers when the modern goddess is standing right there, grinning like she knows exactly what she’s doing?
Let’s be honest… whatever I wished for, it was about her.
Miya Najou
2025-08-12 00:41:53 +0000 UTCPatrick Tompkins
2025-08-11 22:19:34 +0000 UTC