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s-hhh! yūta x afab!reader, ﹙외설﹚ drabble

CONTENT WARNING — college setting, mdni! pervy themes but nothing too major, smut omnomnom, unprotected sex, yay!!!

SYNOPSIS — wherein the classroom’s good boy, okkotsu yūta, finds out the quiet girl’s secret… your secret.

ZUYOO’S NOTES — i will EAT him, not proofread btw +++ click the “s” in the s-hhh! to see the masterlist !!!

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after the tutor session, yūta stood up and walked towards the door of your apartment, but was stopped by you when you quickly got a hold of his wrist. you looked at him in the eyes before patting the seat beside you, on your couch.

“how did you know?”

straight to the point, you asked him shamelessly. he knew about it anyways, what’s there to lose?

“well—”

he continued to explain. which only fueled your curiosity about him more. you were… curious? and not scared?

yūta has your life in his hands, if a word of the conversation you’re having right now was to get out, you’d be dead. rumors spread like wildfire, and once something is out—it won’t ever be stopped.

though that was the case, his brilliance only stirred your curiosity. you needed to know how and when he started getting that idea. you needed to know how much of a genius he actually was.

“i’ve never seen you wear non-branded clothes before. all of your stuff are from famous luxurious brands. now that i think of it… did you purposely wear those to avoid getting the attention from our classmates knowing that they wouldn’t know the brand?”

“yeah…?”

“at first—i thought that your family was just filthy rich, but then you mentioned that you were an orphan, and is living alone. which immediately crossed out the possibility of you having generational wealth.”

“when you accidentally dropped your bag—your items were scattered, i noticed that most of them were also expensive makeup products. and for a labeled ‘typical nerd’, you had too much products in your bag even though you never seemed to use them… or at least, you don’t use them in places people expect you to use them in.

“it might seem like what people usually do when they’re tired of classes, but you always disappear from the classroom first. out of everyone, you are always the first person to leave. i thought that maybe you simply needed to deal with something, but it was so repetitive that it was no coincidence.”

“i was thinking about it on the way to your apartment, but took note regardless. it took us approximately 30 minutes to get here. with that being said…”

“i noticed that you hurry to leave on mondays, wednesdays, and fridays. you always leave before 7pm, and a 30 minute travel time that gets you home by 7:30pm, which makes me think that you have to attend something scheduled by, lets say… 8pm? could it also be the reason why you asked me to tutor you every tuesday and thursday?”

“i think the lights and cameras in your apartment only further strengthens my perceptions.”

you were completely awed. he truly was clever. however, he still haven’t mentioned how he got “nyx”. and that made you wonder even more. but it was about time you set the deal. he needed to keep his mouth shut. and you were willing to do everything.

“yūta.”

“…yeah?”

“what do you want?”

your question slightly startled him. are you asking him to shut up? hah.

“why do you ask?”

“don’t act stupid with me, you’ve seen right through me quite effortlessly, i don’t think that innocent act will work with me anymore.”

you remarked sarcastically, and he just chuckled. is this just a laughing matter for him?

“i only wanted to confirm my speculation. and to get your attention when you were dozing off while i was teaching you.”

he said nonchalantly, his face plastered with a small smile that makes you want to explode.

“there is no way, that that was the sole reason for dropping the bomb on me. come on yūta—what is it that you want that will keep your mouth shut?”

“oh but it is the sole reason for it… though now… are you suggesting something?”

he knows his way with words and it got you tongue-tied. you were staring at him as he stares at you. your eyes traced his facial expression, his features, the way his eyes glistened from the same ring light you use when you’re taking pictures of yourself to post in social media.

god! you hated academically inclined men. they are disgustingly hot.

a sequence of thoughts ran through your head before just saying…

“fuck it.”

you held his face with both your hands and guided them closer to yours, before connecting your lips with his.

you felt him tense under your touch, but eventually kissed you back with much more passion.

hah. he was waiting for it.

you poked his lips with your tongue, asking for permission to enter—he immediately let your tongues danced with each other. the whole scene only encouraged you to break the kiss to push him further onto the sofa, before getting on top of him and connecting your lips together once again.

you felt him subtly grind against you, which made you moan against the kiss. this was unexpected, completely unexpected. the quiet girl and the said saint of the class, moaning onto each other’s mouths as they grind against each other like bitches in heat. how ironic, really. but it only turned you on even more.

you couldn’t get enough, not when he looks so desperate and vulnerable under you.

“yūta… tell me what you want.”

you whispered onto his ears, the feeling of your breath making him shiver that he couldn’t bite a moan back.

and then it all started coming back to him.

“s-should we be doing this?”

he seemed hesitant in asking… could it be because there is something else on his mind? or… is it because he really wants this to happen? you really think it’s the latter. with the way he’s hands grip your waist as he’s bucking up into your heat, there’s no denying it.

“what is it that you want to happen, yūta? whatever shall i do for you to keep this dirty little secret of mine?”

you ask, fingers trailing his chin, down to his neck, to his chest, heaving breaths deeply.

“hah- i-im… uh-”

you smiled at his loss for words. it was quite a cute scene.

“use your words, baby.”

“uhhm… please- p-please get off.”

“is that what you want?”

he nods, frantically, his actions saying the absolute opposite.

“words.”

“y-yes! please. please…?”

“okay then.”

you pulled his hands away from your waist and stood up, without a second thought.

“w-wait you’re actually getting off?”

his eyes filled with desperation, staring at your figure fixing yourself up. you faced him and raised your eyebrows at him with a smirk on your face.

“isn’t that what you asked for? i’m obviously stopping if you told me to stop. i wouldn’t go that far. bummer, i was down to have sex if that was what’s gonna keep your mouth sealed.”

“…right.”

you chuckled at him, he looked like a cute puppy with his pout.

you extended your hand to help him get up, and when he grabbed a hold of you, he pulled you back to the couch—back on top him. his actions surprising you.

“then… we still could continue if i wanted… right?”

you simply gazed into his eyes while slowly nodding, legs wrapping around his waist for a comfortable position. before he chuckled and imitated you,

“use your words, baby.”

“the audacity?”

your eyebrows furrowed at him before hitting his chest playfully, your actions causing him to chuckle even more.

he kissed you on the forehead, then the cheeks, then your lips. he kisses hungrily, with burning passion. he kisses you like it would be the end of the world by tomorrow. and you were enjoying every single moment of it.

he quickly broke the kiss to remove both of his and your shirt, and then continued to trail his kisses down from your lips, to your neck, to every part of your chest.

“so… so pretty. you’re so pretty.”

he mumbles against your skin. nipples hardening on his palm as he plays with it with one hand while the other is being sucked and licked with his tongue. your moans echoing throughout your apartment.

you lightly pushed him off, signaling him to stop. in which he did, he tilted his head as if to ask why you did that

“let me do something for you. since you’ve been the one who’s been helping me. and now i’m asking you to keep a secret.”

you got off of him before trailing your fingers all the way to the pants he’s wearing—before pulling on them to remove them. an obvious outline of his hard on, visible.

your thumb tracing it, teasing him. you heard him whine before removing his cock from it’s confinement. surprising you with how tall it stood.

you looked into his eyes and saw how embarrassed he was. he really doesn’t have to try to be cute when he constantly looks like a wet chick.

you spat onto your hand before wrapping them around his cock, jerking him off quickly. yūta instantly flinches at the contact.

your hand was so soft, your saliva warm against his cock, you looked absolutely divine when you look up into his eyes like that—he couldn’t help but let a breathy moan out of his lips.

“h—ah. oh god.”

“i haven’t even done anything yet, yū—”

“-baby”

he interrupted.

“please c-call me… baby”

he was that pathetic, it’s adorable.

“okay, baby.”

you chuckled before kneeling before him, kissing the tip of his cock, licking it teasingly as your hand continued to jerk him off, before completing sinking his dick into your mouth.

you caressed his thigh, beckoning him to relax. and he did, breathing heavily. you started to bob your head along his cock and was pleasured with the sounds of his whimpers. you removed his cock from your mouth with a pop! to remind him that…

“i am willing to do anything, and i mean anything. for you to keep this between us. with that being said, don’t hesitate to use me as much as you want.”

his eyes were suddenly ignited with sparks, taking your words to heart, he will make use of you now that he’s been given permission.

he then helps you get onto the couch, laying you on your back and discarding your pants and underwear in the process.

“then may i assume that i can fuck you right this instant? you’ve been fucking yourself with your fingers enough.”

aligning his cock onto your entrance, before pushing himself in raw. a whimper leaving your lips from the sudden intrusion into your core.

“hah. its okay baby, i got you. relax for me, okay?”

“i’ve got you. come on, let me have this pretty pussy.”

yūta started at a slow, deep pace. savoring every moment with you. his left hand finding your right, while the other gropes your waist and chest.

“b-been waiting for… for this”

he grunts in between his thrusts. his voice, husky. touching you everywhere you need him to.

you let him continue taking control, savoring each moment of his domination, before taking that away in one quick move. pushing him onto his back, you straddled him. you felt his cock throb inside of you before smirking down at his now bright-blushed face.

“heyy… we should set a timer on who tops.”

“it won’t be called domination if you’re not gonna take it for yourself, baby. plus, i already told you that i wanna do something for you.”

words slip pass your lips so easily it made yūta feel embarrassed. you were so different minutes ago—before the tutoring session. in class, you were a whole different person.., and now you’re on top of him—riding him to oblivion, pleasuring both him and yourself.

he couldn’t help but moan with the way you grind into him, letting him reach the deepest parts of your core.

“mmh—so good. ahhm… [name]- please bounce on m-my cock.”

he nearly whimpers from the pleasure you’re giving him. your name smoothly rolled off his tongue, you quite literally submitted to his command.

lifting your hips up to his tip, only to slam yourself back down. the smell of sweat and sex along with the sound of both of your moans and constant faps filling the room.

he couldn’t help but get a hold of your waist to thrust up into your core—in sync with the way you bounced on his cock. your tits jiggling in the process.

you see his eyes trailing towards where you two are connected, and how lewd the sounds you two were making. you’ve never taken anyone as big as yūta—his cock just brushes into your cervix when he thrusts up into you, making you shiver in delight.

it didn’t take long for yūta to completely control the way you bounce on his cock, pace now more relentless than your pace. he was hungry for it and he does not hesitate in letting you know.

it felt heavenly, his cock pumping in and out of your sloppy cunt—scratching you in all the right places. your head tilted back, eyes rolling to the back of your skull, barely being able to hold back your moans.

he manhandled you so that you could lay on your stomach, your back facing him, before continuing to fuck you with eagerness.

skin slapping can be heard all across the room, you were sure that anyone within a 10 mile radius could hear you two fucking like bunnies if they listen close enough.

“can’t get eno—ugh.. of you…”

you attempted to press your face into the pillow to muffle your moans as you felt him ram into you faster. harder. but he didn’t let you.

yūta pulled you close to press his chest against your back as he thrusts into you, allowing him to reach deeper than he could before.

“yūta- ah! please. p-please!! i’m close, baby—”

“me too, baby. hah—you f-feel… so good.”

your head slotted against his neck as he hugged your figure close.

“i can—can do anything… right? anything i w-want hm?”

you only nod, fearing that if you attempted to talk—you’ll only be able to let out moans instead of words.

“yeah? i can?”

“want me to fill this pretty pussy up?”

“you’ll let me, right?”

his voice, just barely above a whisper. one of his hands make its way to your neck, slightly squeezing on it, urging you to answer him.

“yes- y-yes!! please. give it to.. mnnhg—!”

yūta thrusts rapidly, chasing his high—it didn’t last long for you to feel him paint your insides. his load felt warm, just squirting in your (still) throbbing pussy. he held you so that you’d be facing him as you both caught your breath.

he doesn’t pull out after another minute, keeping all his cum inside of your pretty cunt—and you took advantage of it.

you haven’t gotten a chance to reach your climax yet, so you were gonna take it now that you’ve got a chance to.

flipping him over so that you’d be on top of him again, your sudden movement catching him off guard.

you looked so damn beautiful on top of him that you felt his dick throb and harden inside you.

“w-wait—!! i just came-”

“so you want me to stop?”

he blushed profusely, looking away before shaking his head. you smiled at his answer, took a hold of his chin to make him face you, and leaned forward to kiss him.

you started grinding your hips against his, the sound of slick filling the room as you two devoured each other’s moans in between your kisses.

“o—hhmn, fuck.”

“shit- i’m g-going to lose my mind if you keep moving l—like that.”

yūta’s head thrown back, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, which you attached your lips onto, making him buck into you from the contact.

his eyes were closed, breath heavy, cock throbbing, as you continued to ride him. not long has passed before his words turned into incoherent babbling. which you took as a sign to ride him faster, with more hunger.

“i know you lied… or at least you were partially telling me the truth.”

“so tell me now, yūta. how did you really find out that i used the name nyx?”

whispering against his flushed ears, the words easily rolled out of your tongue that you felt him buck into you once again.

“ha—h. i-i… uh…mnhh-”

you grabbed his hands and placed them onto your hips, signaling for him to set the pace as you questioned him.

“w-well. at first i was- hah… just suspicious. but there were coincidences where i j-just knew you were nyx.”

“that one time when i helped you pick y-your stuff up from the ground. i… i saw a peek of a tattoo—nngh… on your inner thighs.”

“and- and… l-like what i said earlier… the make up products. you use them t-to hh—hide your tattoos, right?”

“i swear i-i didnt mean to seee… and i didn’t get a full glimpse of it so i wasn’t sure. uhm… ngh- b-but my suspicions were right all along, you had the same tattoo as nyx…”

to your amusement, he brought up even more hypotheses regarding how he confirmed your identity. this only turned you on even more.

“but you haven’t explained how you knew i was nyx. where did you even get the name nyx?”

you sucked on his neck, shoulders, and collarbones, leaving purple marks on it as you questioned him further.

“aaahh- i’m close… imclose imcloseimclos—”

“don’t cum until you answer all my questions.”

“hah- but-!!”

you stilled your movements, causing him to whine. he looked at you apologetically,

“‘m sorry- i’ll answer your questions.. just please don’t edge me agai—nngh”

you smirked before going back to the same pace you had. he was completely fucked out. you asked him to continue explaining while continuing your unrelenting pace.

“i-i—!! i knew you b-because i’ve followed yo—ur account- hah. w-way before i even suspected that it www…was you-"

“awww… i’m our class’ good boy, yūta-san’s, favorite alter account on twitter? how sweet.”

"g-god… p-please keep moving like that—hah…!! feels… s’ goood. s’ good-”

“fuck- please- p-please let me cum—!!”

“inside. i want it inside- please, please- pleaseplease-”

you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him up so that he’d be sitting upright and you’d be able to lock your legs around his hips as you continued to fuck yourself on him.

“hah- so much for being the class’ saint.”

“go on, baby. give it to me. cum.”

“take it- take it.. take it takeittake—cumming- ‘m cumminggh..!!”

the feeling of him filling you up triggered your own high, the both of you climaxing at the same time. he hugged your tightly, keeping himself inside of you, as you caught your breaths.

“hah… i-i… ‘m a long time subscriber… when i started tutoring you, your voice was awfully familiar, but i couldn’t put a finger on it. and when we agreed to do tutoring in here, in your apartment- it seemed- felt… way too familiar as well.”

“as much as i tried to be professional and focus on tutoring you, i couldn’t help but not ignore it.”

“and then these coincidences keep happening that made my suspicions even more clearer.”

“i couldn’t tell if i was just delusional- but… i don’t regret finding out.”

he kissed the sides of your lips delicately. his confession made your cunt pulse, making him hiss from the overstimulation.

“gee… calm down, nyx. i already came twice.”

he jokes, making the two of you giggle.

“who knew you knew how to fuck hard… still, y’know- shhh! don’t tell anyone about this then i’ll consider doing it with you again.”

“and…let’s stay like this for a while.”

you said, the both of you now laying down on your couch, a blanket draped across your naked bodies as you two cuddled. your hand making it’s way to his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, coaxing him to doze off. his hands on your back, caressing it softly as if you were as fragile as a glass.

“yeah… i’d like that.”

he then kissed your forehead one last time before falling asleep with you in his arms. finally.

his pov.

—rbs & comments r highly appreciated!!

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zuyoo · 20 days

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s-aint. yūta x afab!reader, ﹙외설﹚ drabble

CONTENT WARNING — college setting, mdni! suggestive content, mastermind yūta (real), mentions of onIyf4ns, jerking off, subtle pervy themes.

SYNOPSIS — wherein the classroom’s good boy, okkotsu yūta, finds out the quiet girl’s secret… your secret.

ZUYOO’S NOTES — ohoho dirty, dirty boy (i love him) p.s. click the “s” in s-aint to see the masterlist!!

given how much people ask for his assistance on a daily basis, how come you’ve never asked for his help? it was concerning, unsettling, suspicious even.

it bothered him to the extent that he tried to find any way to help you, and grabbed those chances every time he does.

you emitted an aura that entices him. as in… if you were in a crowd of people, he would immediately notice where you were standing. an aura that captivates him… like, a sense of familiarity?

“good morning, [name].”

“oh, hey! good morning, [name].”

“you’re early today, [name]. good morning.”

he greeted you with delight, every. single. day. asking you questions regarding your morning to lengthen the conversation. he could sense your hesitance at first, but you grew comfortable with it eventually.

he loved feeling a sense of responsibility. the concept of him being the “reliable” one excites him. though, being the only one people usually depend on is tiring. to why he could never be more grateful of his apartment, his safe space to be himself.

he finally gets his peace and quiet, his alone time, where no one can see and disturb him from doing what he wants.

it would be such a sight to see the class’ renowned saint just jerking himself off, on his bed, to a girl on social media… right?

what would he ever do if someone were to catch him moaning out a name of some girl he doesn’t even know and haven’t even seen yet?

he discovered an account called ‘kissnyx’ on a random frustrating monday, who would’ve thought that it would turn into an addiction? certainly not yūta, himself.

after forming a habit of scrolling through “nyx”’s account, he looked forward to getting home as soon as possible and finally being able to let out some frustration. it didn’t take long before the said habit turned into a hyper fixation.

yūta is simply lucky that he still has the right amount of dignity and control to keep up with his image in school.

yūta, as a class representative, is usually the one who arranges papers of the class; test papers, assessments, projects, and such. where he noticed your name. your scores in some subjects were great—the others were… below average? per se.

which is when he suggested to your professor to allow him to tutor you and get your grades up on your weak subjects.

being the saint yūta is, the professor agreed there and then. the professor immediately contacted you regarding the tutoring session.

the professor was about to do everything himself, the schedule and such, but yūta volunteered to handle it and asked for your contact so that he could contact you instead.

“my, my. you’re such an angel, yūta! well, now that that’s settled. you can check my class record for her contact number.”

“thank you, professor.”

he saw this chance to finally be able to help you with something without you asking for his help. and a chance to get closer to another classmate. he has an image to keep up, he needs to feel self satisfaction in what he does before he can actually rest.

not so saintly of him, right?

it kind of looked painfully obvious that he was desperate to help you, as if he liked you. but given that he helps everyone around him, people disregarded his action towards you since it was “the normal” for yūta anyways.

as per the agreement, you two only met for your tutoring sessions on tuesdays and thursdays. it felt awkward during the first few sessions, but it didn’t take long for the both of you to feel comfortable in each other’s presence.

this is also the time when yūta slowly notices the small things, the small habits that you do that is somehow constantly reminding him of the account kissnyx.

as much as he tried to disregard it, it bothered him. your very presence bothered him because it felt… odd? for some reason.

his gut feeling felt that the [name] he was getting to know isn’t really who you are… but that would be impossible, right? you’re too innocent and quiet. he couldn’t imagine you being someone like “nyx”.

like, sure… you have the beauty- and the body… that a guy would love. given how you dress up in school, no one really notices how beautiful you looked. but then again, you and nyx were two completely different people. maybe it was just his delusion.

it was obvious that you were covering your tattoos because it was against the dress code, so perhaps the tattoo you could barely cover with concealer that he saw in between your… defined… collarbones were coincidentally the same like nyx’s.

perhaps you both also coincidentally share the way you cover your faces with your hands when you’re flustered or embarrassed.

maybe it’s just a coincidence that your nails were the same colors as hers that one wednesday.

or that you both have a similar mole near your smooth shoulders.

sure, there were one too many coincidences, but he’s trying his best to not think of your face when his fingers were wrapped around his cock, stroking it as nyx’s moans can be heard in the background.

was it a crush? no… not really… right? but the thought of you possibly being the person behind his one and only favorite alter account…? fuck.

he felt so- dirty. thinking of his innocent, quiet classmate while he fucks his fist in his pitch dark room, filling it with the sound of his groans and slick from the constant pumping.

“shit- need y’… i need [name]-”

his actions stilled, even he was surprised by what he just said. did he just moan out your name?

his cock twitching from the sudden loss of friction but he couldn’t give a fuck less. your name rolled off his tongue so smoothly… too smooth to his liking. he knew that very moment that he wanted you with him… he needed you with him.

masterlist.

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zuyoo · 20 days

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s-ecret. yūta x afab!reader, ﹙외설﹚ drabble

CONTENT WARNING — college setting, suggestive content & images, mdni! 17+ content below.

SYNOPSIS — wherein the classroom’s good boy, okkotsu yūta, finds out the quiet girl’s secret… your secret.

ZUYOO’S NOTES — not proofread, ignore timestamps, enjoy reading my loves <3 click the “s” in s-ecret to see the masterlist!!

yūta was known for being the classroom’s good boy, the purest person in the room. and you were—not known. at all? maybe. but you liked it that way.

you aren’t known; in a nice way. they see you, greet you whenever they get a chance, then go back to whatever it is that they were doing. you could say that you were lucky with your classmates.

yūta is a class representative, so he’s one of the few that greets you by the door. he’s also the one in charge of knowing his classmates’ whereabouts.

at the beginning of the year, you attempted to skip class—but to no avail when yūta found you coincidentally when you were about to leave. he thought you were lost and offered to lead you back to the classroom, and you had no choice but to oblige.

yūta is usually the one that helps you in general. like that one time where you dropped your bag and tons of your items to scatter all over the place. students from other classes just stared at you as you picked up your items, but yūta didn’t hesitate to give you a hand when he saw a glimpse of the scene. he usually tutors you as well, in classes that you don’t do well in.

still, you get stares and whispers on a daily basis, it’s not like you could avoid it when you look like a typical nerd from a western high school movie. thick glasses, hair always tied, carrying books everywhere, no friends… plus, you may look like a typical nerd but you’re actually pretty dumb to be considered a one. since it is just a persona you present in public— so yeah, there will definitely be no escaping from gossip of how you look miserable and lonely.

though, they’re right. it does get lonely sometimes, which is probably the reason why you kept interacting with people… in social media, that is. your classmates? bearable. people from other classes? absolutely not. they don’t deserve a second of your time.

but why social media? were you seeking for attention? validation? no, not really. more like—ego, of some sort. the feeling of posting yourself and getting a boatload of compliments is so… accomplishing.

you can confidently post yourself all over social media and it wouldn’t matter… because nobody knew that it was you. and it makes you feel like you’re on top of the world. though, it could get in your head sometimes—decided, it would be better to simply stay friendless in real life. and so you continued to hide behind your quiet nerd girl persona.

your attitude and looks in social media compared to the persona you present to everyone in real life are immaculately contradictory. which made you feel confident that not a soul would know that you’re just another girl in the internet, selling herself for a mere ego boost. but oh, were you so wrong.

and as if the soul leaving your body was suddenly sucked back in, you snapped out of the trance you were in and froze.

how did he know? did someone find out? or did i just mishear him say it?

you panicked while keeping a straight face, but your facade faltered, then and there, when he continued to speak.

you couldn’t help but ask him the questions in your head, which he answered without hesitation.

what does he want? how can i assure that his mouth is kept shut? this was only supposed to be a tutor session… how did it turn to this direction?

there was a train of thought running through your mind, but yūta was quick to change the subject back into the previous topic you were discussing before he dropped the massive bomb you’ve been trying to hide.

so quick-witted. impressive… and scary.

yūta okkotsu may be called the most innocent person in the room, but not even a single person in that room can read him. always a step ahead of everyone and is humble about it that everyone simply forgot that he was a genius. he was far too knowledgeable to be pure.

he used your weakness to simply gain your attention. which then makes you question, what else are you capable of, yūta okkotsu?

cont.

—rbs & comments r highly appreciated!!

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