Summary: Getting transmigrated to the 11th century with a cat was the last thing on (Name)'s mind. And meeting her favorite boy band there is even crazier.
Warnings: Slowwwburn, world-building, and romance is kinda secondary, cussing, first person pov,Illit mentioned I repeat Illit mentioned
Masterlist:
Wait Until The End, Tell Me We'll Stay Best Friends
CH 1: "WAIT UNTIL THE END, TELL ME WE'LL STAY BEST FRIENDS"
Medieval Era!CORTIS x Reader AU
Word count:2k (flow state babyy)
Warnings: Cussing, Major character death, Slowwwwwburn (first chapter kind of sets up the story), First person pov,
Genre: Isekai, Transmigration,
Before you read: Again, I'm writing to improve and also give the reader a personality. Romance is secondary, and character growth is first. Also mentioned my moot @makiology as andromeda here :)
To call myself a procrastinator would be an understatement, and the three empty cups of coffee on my table stood as evidence to the claim. My lopsided cursive stared back at me from the ink-stained paper in a judging, almost mocking manner.
God... I really had to be sleep-deprived to feel personally attacked by a piece of paper.
The rays stood over the horizon and were starting to seep in through the blinds, reminding me that I had just pulled an all-nighter on a school night...a fucking school night.
I picked up my phone from the nightstand, which had been long forgotten in my flurry of assignments, just to get bombarded by 250...yeah, 250 unread messages.
As much as I cared about my best friend ,she was not helping in slowing my descent to insanity. I slammed the phone back on the nightstand.
My gaze wavered to the slightly creased CORTIS poster on the wall. It was hanging on for its dear life, with two of its edges peeling off the plaster.
However, it was an important artifact to me, a reminder that maybe waking up at the crack of dawn wasn't that bad, since in a week, I would be attending my very first CORTIS concert.
But getting the tickets was an entirely different story.
I looked away as I remembered how I'd fought women my mother's age who fought like they could easily rival a WWE wrestler in their glory days for those darned pieces of paper. But, make no mistake, my incessant devotion to a group that didn't even know I existed stood stronger.
What the hell was I thinking about?! I needed to get ready for school—quick.
I'm pretty sure if textbooks could scream, they'd never shut up about the horrors I put them through.
Another day, another textbook found in the .....laundry?
How did I even...?
"Guess I'll just borrow a science textbook for today," I muttered lowly to myself while shoving the rest of the books in my bag, to the point where it felt like I'd filled it with concrete and stone.
I fixed my tie and skirt one last time and quickly chugged the glass of beetroot-carrot-cinnamon juice on the table.
Yeah.. that's a real thing. Mothers aren't any less dangerous than nuclear scientists
I slipped out of the patio, making sure not to alert anyone else, when I heard a noise. Something...no, more like someone was sprinting my direction in a manner that can only be called animalistic or haphazard.
"(Name)!.. Wait up—Are you just gonna leave your poor best friend alone on a Monday!?" Andromeda huffed as she looked at me.
Yes, Andromeda. A woman so unique, she wasn't just out of this world, she was out of this galaxy.
She was wearing mismatched socks (definitely torn at the toes) under the converse I'd gifted her on her 15th birthday. She dusted her hands off on her skirt and adjusted her blazer, which clearly hadn't been ironed considering the desert of folds and creases on it that were visible to the naked eye.
"I was going to - but you came about a minute earlier today, I guess."
"No, no you usually leave even if I'm just a minute late, so I wonder what made you stop today? Wait, is it because-"
"It's not what you think. I genuinely waited for you. Can I not be a nice friend?"
"First of all, not really. And secondly, lemme guess you accidentally threw your English textbook in the oven and need mine?"
"Actually, I threw it in the laundry, just so you know."
"So, you don't need my textbook?"
"No! I do, Ugh- I do need your textbook..or whatever."
"See, now was it that hard ?"
"Shut up."
"Well since we're on the topic of textbooks, our history project is giving me a goddamn headache."
"Yeah, what's it about?"
"Well, to summarize, it's basically about some random 11th-century Korean dynasty whose queen got killed by her own people, and her head was paraded around on a pike. She had a nice name, though- Queen Meilin"
"That sounds nasty-but why behead her?"
"That's the whole point of the project- to accumulate historical evidence and create a factually reliable theory on what might have happened. "
"Yeah, sounds like some bullshit our school would give- well, I guess this is the part where I'm grateful for having dropped the arts."
" I would rather learn about our history than pick up a trignometry textbook." "I mean maths is basically useless."
"Thank god I know better than to take you seriously- anyways coffee after school?"
"You bet- Meet you in English class!"
Class rolled by as the sunrays had started directly hitting my desk.
I mentally went through the schedule for the entire day: Calc in 1st period, Biology was next, and Chemistry lab sessions before lunch.
Not bad. I could handle this.
I could not handle this.
Turns out solving integrals, studying molecular biology, and calculating the molarity of organic solvents was a three-gun volley straight to my brain.
"I remember a certain someone telling me they were "grateful" to have dropped the arts."
"I'm grateful for dropping the arts-that doesn't mean I am grateful for picking STEM."
"Excuses, excuses- anyways just one more period, then coffee remember?"
"Yeah.."
I straightened up, finally having a reason to look forward to stu(dying) again.
There is no music more soothing to the ears than the sound of that glorious school bell ringing, reminding me that war is over.
The crowd starts dispersing, and slowly the school halls are empty as Andromeda and I walk out.
The new cafe was a measly 10-minute walk from the school-just 4 blocks ahead.
As we arrived, the neon signage came into view, and the fluorescent flush reflected back on my iris.
The bell jingled as we walked inside, the familiar scent of coffee and hazelnut filling my nose.
We gave our orders at the counter and proceeded to sit down in a cozy corner hidden to a new customer, but every regular knew about it.
"I can't do this anymore. How the hell am I supposed to research the Queen of Korea when every record is in Korean?!" Andromeda exclaimed.
"Just use Google Translate."
"The records are handwritten, and Google translated them as toad was a pretty princess fairy."
"Pffft- who knows, maybe the toads in Korea were princesses?"
"Shut up- anyway, I need your help. You learnt Korean in middle school, right? Can you-"
"No, I know what you're going to ask, and absolutely no way will I be your translator. Plus, I used to listen to K-pop, but now I don't. Its kinda corny. So obviously, I don't care anymore." I responded.
"Oh, please, K-pop hater wannabe, I think you forgot I can see your Spotify playlists. You played Feel Special by Twice 150 times in a month. I think we're well past excuses now."
Oh-right.
"Fine, but you're paying for my drink then." I said
"You mean your sucrose-induced diabetes speedrun? Yeah, whatever sails your boat, I guess."
"Hey, at least I don't drink coffee darker than Satan's soul."
"Real funny, now drink up. You need to go home and do my work."
"Yeah, I just sold myself for some sugar." I replied
We finished up the drinks and left the cafe quickly knowing the workload awaited us.
"I'll send you documents via text! Bye," said Andromeda before proceeding to walk in the opposite direction.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. See you tomorrow."I replied
I plugged the aux of my cheap wired earphones and popped one in both ears.
Geometry Dash-esque music filled my ears, as the intro of REDRED by CORTIS blasted through.
A new notification popped up on the lock screen-the photos of the records that she had mentioned.
I clicked on them and was bombarded by Hangul syllables, clouding my vision and definitely not an easy read.
I mean, speaking it was infinitely easier than reading it.
I skimmed through the document, as one sentence caught my eye,
"The queen's death is surrounded by a myriad of causes, some say disagreements with her husband, and some directly point to infidelity."
Huh, so an affair you say?
"But what's truly surprising is how there are no mentions of the rumored escort of the queen- just infidelity from her side."
That's weird.
If they were writing down all the details in their records, why stop at writing the escorts details?
Before I could read any further, I felt a warm lump of ..something drop on my feet.
I yelped in surprise to see what it was , ready to attack with my pepper spray in the back pocket.
And then I felt fur and looked down to see-
Oh, it was a cat.
I just got jumpscared by a ball of fur that breathes.
It hissed at me before jumping back on its paws to skiddle away in the opposite direction.
Whatever, I'm not fond of you either.
I turned back and started heading back home when I noticed that the cat was actively tailing towards some live wires over a puddle of water.
Oh gosh, why is this cat being such a pain in the ass?
I ran towards it and quietly beckoned it towards me, "Hey, Kitty Kity. Come on, we don't wanna go there."
It gave me a sharp look and continued to pad over.
Don't animals have a sixth sense- why was this furball being a nightmare?
"Bad kitty. No going near the wires."
It didn't stop.
"Look, I know we have issues, just come here, kitty, we'll talk it out."
Not stopping.
The wires crackled against the wall and sent sparks of electricity flying across the puddle the cat was actively walking towards.
Oh man,I should really mind my business.
As I stepped over to catch the cat, it jumped on my face and blocked my vision by scratching all over it.
To top it all off, my foot landed on the puddle, and I skidded across and fell right on my butt.
Wait, sparks?
Oh no, that fuckass cat just knocked down the electricity pole, and the wires are gonna touch the water and-
I couldn't even complete the thought, and before I knew it, sparks were clouding my retina and then-
Nothing. Just pure white.
I felt like I was being stabbed in every cell, every atom of my body.
So this how I die, huh. For helping a cat.
Oh God, Andromeda is gonna be so mad at me for not doing the project- ah fuck it, I won't be alive anyway.
Goodbye, Mom.
I felt something powdery fall on my face.
I put my tongue out to taste it-it felt soft, gritty, and wait-
I opened up my eyes to see a boy my age chucking dirt at me.
"Hey, stop it, you fool. Who even are you? And wait-where am I?" I exclaimed hurriedly
"Oh, thank god I thought you were dead for a second there." He said in a curious tone
"Well, I'm not," I said nervously, but then I realized
Wait, Korean-He spoke in Korean, but a different dialect for sure.
"Huh, you speak in a weird way-might be slang. Who knows?"
I ignored his dialogue as I looked around- I was surrounded by a lush green cover and a forest that looked infinitely huge.
What the fuck? How-
Then my eyes landed on the boy's attire, and I noticed he was wearing a robe- similar to a hanbok?
Wait, did I just get kidnapped by a freaky east asian cult?
But I died right?
This is what afterlife looks like?
I was lost in my thoughts when the boy leaned over and said," We gotta take you back to the castle to get patched up, you're really hurt."
"I'm gonna ask you one more time, where am I?!" I yelled
He looked me straight in the eye and said-"You're probably demented too, but whatever , you're in the Meilin dynasty."
Meilin dynasty, the one Andromeda told me about.
No,no this has got to be a cruel joke.
Suddenly, a cat leapt out of nowhere.
Not a cat.
The cat.
The reason I died, or at least for a while.
"Oh look a cat. Poor kitty must have been scared you died or something." He said, gesturing towards it
Oh, sure
But then, I realised I had seen the boy somewhere before.
Wait, the same dimple and grin. Even down to the height.
There was no mistake-shit.
"What's your name?" I shakily asked, already anticipating the answer in my gut.
"Oh me, It's Ahn Keonho."
A/n: And that's a wrap for chapter 1. I'd like to hear your thoughts. And comment if you want to be added to the taglist.
Fem!Nagi x Fem!Reo (I hit your yaoi with the yuri beam)
Inspo for fic and header art by @mulleddivinity/ @kryouma (ahh plspls hoping my fav nare yuri artist reads this)
1.Word count: 1.2 K
2. Warnings: none, slight ooc
Lightning never strikes the same person twice
Mikage Reo knew that wasn't true. Of course she did-she was the top student of her class after all. Just because some stupid motivational video said it, the science wasn't undone.
The odds were infinite- endless like stars that shone in the sky, uncountable like the grains of sand that stuck between her toes, and never-ending like the money flowing from her trust fund.
"Greed" was a foreign concept to Reo. Having been born in a family that could single-handedly fund the entirety of Japan for the next 10 years or so, she was raised in a place where all her wants were answered immediately. As a result, those "wants" could never turn into "needs", now that her family's travesty had bled through her bones.
Her 'family', yes, a bond that could only be talked about in a sardonic tone, or in a formal setting for namesake. There was nothing "familial" about what went on inside the ominous setting of the Mikage Penthouse, which towered over Tokyo with its head held high in pride.
All this talk about pride, when her own parents refused to look her in the eye after she confessed to finding comfort in women, finding love in a way nobody in her family had ever before.
The word 'disappointment' fell like a burden on her shoulders at an age when having fun and exploring life was the norm. No- after all that they had done for her, she couldn't let them be disappointed in her, even it wasn't truly her fault.
So Reo decided to be the best version of herself- uptight, organized, and always busy. At least that way, she could fit somewhat inside the mould her parents had carved out for her, even if it wasn't perfect.
That way, at least she could take her mind off the pretty girl in school ..right?
Nagi Seishiro was far from a perfect student. She was messy, unorganized and her supplies looked like they had been sucked into a chaos void. And somehow that chaos void had also managed to suck in Reo Mikage's infatuation.
Nagi's snowy hair fell over her droopy eyelids, which were drooping in response to the prolonged math class on Monday. She shifted from a sitting position to finally sprawl her limbs across the wooden desk, yawning.
Reo looked over to the lazy female, who was clutching her desk like a koala.
Awww, that's kinda adorable.
Wait if Mr. Nakamura catches her she's dead meat.
"Pssst, Nagi if you fall asleep Mr. Nakamura's gonna call your mom again."
Nagi in her usual fashion turned her face to the side slowly and answered "Perfect."
'"Perfect?! Nagi, your mom's gonna be mad at you"
"My mom never calls me anyway, so win-win for me ..eh" Nagi said slowly, scratching her head.
"Oh" Reo said, clearly dumbfounded by the sudden confession and looked slightly guilty too.
Nagi noticed and sluggishly rose up from the desk in response. She dragged her hand over to the side of Reo's braid, tucked in a stray strand of hair and said
"Don't worry your pretty head about it...it's fine."
Shocked and flustered, Reo looked away, the wildfire-like blush spreading across her cheeks to her ears betrayed her when Nagi proceeded to say
"You're turning kind of red ... are you okay ?"
"Yep, yep, I'm okay, totally o-okay." Reo replied in a hurry
"What a hassle.."
Reo Mikage stood as the anti-thesis to all the principles that Nagi Seishiro promised to adhere.
Hardworking? Check
Motivated? Check
Determined? Check
Willing to solve hassles? Check
Everything Nagi Seishiro stood against- yet she couldn't help but be curious about her. What exactly drove her to be so excited about everything?
When her eyes went wide like saucers, those purple gems gleaming like they got hit by the first ray of sunrise.
'Ugh, what a hassle.' Nagi thought to herself.
But she couldn't help but feel a small tinge of ....something... when a classmate got too close too Reo.
Before she knew it, her arm had already grabbed Reo's elbow and was tugging towards the exit.
"This is a hassle.....let's just leave." Nagi said in a lazy tone
"Wha-Why so suddenly?!"
"Because....um..." Nagi struggled to formulate an excuse when she looked outside the window and saw the other students leaving for the sun festival.
'Wait .... the sun festival-Perfect'
"Uh..because we'll be late for the sun festival."
"Since when do you care about that?"
"Does it matter? Let's just go."
"Fine- have it your way"
Reo agreed to rendezvous with Nagi on top of the hill overlooking the city- a view words were not enough to describe.
Waiting on the hill, she heard the familiar crunch of worn out leather boots and looked back to see Nagi waving from down the path towards her.
And - "Wow..." was the only sound Reo could mutter as she saw Nagi in a creamish-teal colored yukata. Her fluffy hair was tied up in an updo topped with a lilac flower as the shorter strands fell on her face, framing her as a sort of delicate winter flower.
She looked ethereal to say the least.
"Nagi, you-you're all dolled up and you look sooo beautiful ! All the boys are gonna have their eyes on you now!! We need to find you a potential boyfriend now!
"No.. no, we don't." Nagi replied shortly
"Wha-Nagi-"
"I said I don't want a boyfriend..I-I just want you."
"Ha, nice joke there. But I'm-"
"It's not a joke."
She grabbed both my shoulders and met my eyes in a focused stare.
"I like you, Reo."
Her eyes were sparkling as she said it. Pupils dilated, and she was close enough that her breath fell against my lips.
Wait
'She likes me!'
'She likes me back!'
'Oh'
'She likes me back.'
'The flashbacks of every fight I'd ever had with my parents played across my vision like a horror I didn't ask for.'
Disappointment. Can't be a disappointment.
"Nagi... I-I ...well-"
"It's okay Reo, you don't have to say anything. I don't care you don't like me back-I just wanted to get it off my chest because .....it's a hassle."
'No , no I like you too Nagi .'
'Why's my stupid mouth screwed shut?'
'Why can't I tell her I like her back?'
'When will I grow a fucking spine?'
Yet her eyes were still watching Reo, albeit now they were glassy from ... well, Reo didn't want to know exactly what.
"See you tomorrow, Reo" she said as she let go of my shoulders and started walking downwards the hill, her yukata blowing through the wind and the lilac flower bobbing against her head.
"Na..gi" Reo muttered, watching her go, water started circumsising her tearline, threatening to open the flood gates with one more sob.
Tomorrow never came. Nagi Seishiro suddenly switched schools to everyone's surprise.
And Reo, well, she dealt with it- just like she always did. Business always had its ups and downs and she'd have to get used it.
But Nagi wasn't business- she was never business.
Every conversation, every piggyback hallway ride, every stupid joke about the teachers, every stolen glance, every accidental touch was something imprinted in Reo's mind- a time-bound treasure whose effect was still there.
Reo finally learnt what it meant to need something- to need "affection" and the greed for it.
So yeah, lightning might strike the same person again.
But true love doesn't.
A/n: yayay finally wrote the yuri i'd been planning for days though im not a huge fan of how it turned out :(
If all the curses, bad omens, and superstitions on the planet decided to rain their misery on one person—it had to be you. Or at least that’s what Itoshi Sae thought because who else could manage to ram over a grown man on a scooter while riding a cycle that could only be over 15 pounds.
Growing up, Sae had a firsthand experience of being close to a flight risk like you. And he wouldn’t deny it, but it was quite entertaining at times. Back in middle school, you accidentally dyed your hair blue when you thought the bottle of fresh ink was just a fancy shampoo. Then the entire school had decided you were the second coming of Billie Eilish, and honestly, you seemed kind of happy with that comparison. And he wouldn’t admit it, but he wouldn’t mind seeing you rock the cerulean blue streaks again.
Then once, while walking back home with Sae and Rin , you had decided to throw in some breadcrumbs on the beach for the seagulls. But since you were on the ledge, you couldn’t see much and ended up throwing them on a young couple (that just happened to be out of your line of vision). The young couple, oblivious to the three musketeers above them, tried to shake off the pollen-like bait. But alas! it was too late for the youngsters as the seagulls attacked them, minds too gawked by hunger to differentiate between food and fiend. And you, well, all you could do was stand with your mouth agape since this was clearly something you didn’t expect! Sae thought you looked kind of adorable..as a friend obviously!
But sometimes he wonders just what he would do if your streak of recklessness ends up hurting you one day. He still remembers the day you ended up spilling dilute.. yes, dilute hydrochloric acid in the lab, and he swore his heart dropped. It was during the halftime of an interschool match that he found out about it. Head empty, he ran straight from the field to the lab as soon as he found out. The lab was full of smoke, and the acrid smell hung in the air. As soon as he saw you got out of the lab, he checked you for injuries- twirling you around and removing your lab coat to check for any bruises or signs of bleeding.
“Sae, I’m okay. You can really stop now “you said.
“I know..I’m just double-checking in case-“
“Sae stop worrying about me. You have a match to play…right?”
“Right…fine I’ll go just please be careful next time” he replied in a deadpan tone.
“My my, I got the great Itoshi Sae begging and saying ‘please”. Oh what a day!”you said, mocking him.
“Shut up, dumbass”
✦ ✦ ✦
That reminds him of how you had walked into an elevator under maintenance while scrolling through your phone. As soon as you walked in the elevator three stories down at an unnatural speed, you clung to the handlebar for your dear life. To make matters worse, the doors were still open, increasing your chances of accidentally falling down the shaft and dying a miserable death.
Thankfully, your screams (more like eldritch creature summoning their mating partner) were physically impossible to be unheard and help came soon. Sae remembers the fear, the sheer horror on your face. It was the first time you didn’t feel inevitable. As soon as the crowd dispersed, Sae pulled you by your arm to the side.”
“Hey” you gave muttered weakly and gave a small smile
“Don’t 'hey' me, what the fuck were you thinking!?” he yelled
You stepped back, clearly shaken by the sudden outrage. Then you took a deep breath and said
“I wasn’t?”
“You still think this is a joke -you could’ve died for fuck’s sake! How can you-“ he continued in his previous tone
“I know, Sae and I don’t think it’s a joke-“
“Then why do you do this- why are you so goddamn reckless! Why can’t you just be normal and walk with both your eyes and brain open? Why do I need to be there to make sure you don’t accidentally end up jaywalking right into an open manhole? Why can’t you fucking comprehend tha-“
Sniffle. He heard you sniffle.
You were…crying?
“I’m sorry, you’re right, I should be more normal. I-I really wish I could change myself and not be a darned dimwit for once….I just..”
You looked guilty and ..sad
He couldn’t hear what you said over the noise of you blowing your nose and sniflling.
Did he just make you..cry?
He didn’t hear from you after that for a few weeks.
He tried going to your house and asking your mom but she gave him such a steely gaze that he wished the ground would swallow him whole right then and there.
Not that he’d tell you. And for now, he probably won’t even get the chance to tell you.
He’d found out you’d switched classes and every attempt at making conversation with you was immediately foiled when your best friends proceeded to look at you with a stare that could kill, like mothers protecting their newborn babies.
Seriously ,what was it with the offensive looks people were throwing towards him? This was stupid-how was he supposed to talk to you if the entire world was hellbent on stopping him?
Wait, wasn’t that exactly how you would’ve felt every time something went completely haywire? You didn’t have bad intentions, just bad execution, which was a pain in the ass, but so was your luck.
God, the universe really had its way of twisting the joke
But Sae missed it- he missed how you always called him at the crack of dawn, just to cry about how screwed you were because you hadn’t completed your nth assignment this month.
How you spammed his phone with pictures of 4-year old Rin drooling when he didn’t respond.
How you showed up with chrysanthemums to every single one of his games after he once said that they’re his favorite flowers, and then you proceeded to call it ”she-valry”
‘What am I doing?’ Sae thought to himself while in a pathetic monologue.
No, not pathetic, lovesick
✦ ✦ ✦
His feet were moving, and before he realized, he was already running full speed in the direction of your house.
The only thing pathetic was the excuses he was making to avoid confrontation, he thought as he rang your doorbell.
You opened the door to quite a sight- mussed-up red hair, sweat dripping from his face down to his creased uniform, and his teal eyes laser-focused on your face while huffing .
“Sae-what are you doing here?!” you said in a low but surprised tone
.
“I-I ..hm…actually can I have a glass of water first? ” Sae asked – he had clearly overestimated his stamina, he was no match for the summer heat in Kamakura.
“Yeah-yeah..come in”
As Sae put his glass down in the sink , he could hear his heartbeat- his heart was gonna fall out of his chest anytime now.
“So…”
“Be honest with me- why did you come here?”
“So you don’t want to talk to me or wha-“
“No, I don’t”
Sae looked taken aback by the sudden reply.
“Ah..right I should’ve see this coming.” He said
“Isn’t it easier for you now? Now that you don’t have to babysit or look after a dumbass like me. You can focus better and-“
He slid his arm around yours and pulled you towards him, much to your shock, and looked you right in your eye.
“Are you stupid? I can focus better?! Without you, I can’t focus at all. Plus when you’re gone I get well…cold” he admitted the last part with a slight blush on his face.
“And yes, you are a dumbass, but you’re my dumbass, and I like you …..like a lot. And-”
“Pfft…I’m sorry what!?”
Laughing, you were laughing at him.
‘Does she not like me?’ ‘Did I do something wrong?’ ‘Am I wearing something weird?’ – possibilities ran wild through Sae Itoshi’s calculating head but nothing could prepare him for what happened next.
You pulled him in by his elbow and stretched on your tiptoes till his breath was hitting your lips- you stared into eyes, the teal abyss you couldn’t help falling for, to give him time to pull away if he chose to.
Then you leaned and pressed your lips against his in a featherlight kiss, and Sae swore this was what heaven felt like , as he tasted your strawberry chapstick on his lips.
You pulled away just as quickly and looked up to him with a smile and said “ You were saying?”
As you tugged away, Sae snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you back into him, and shifted your back against the kitchen counter.
With one hand running through your hair and another wrapped around your waist, he gently dove in to kiss you again, but right as you were going to keep your hand on the counter, you accidentally kept it on the hilt of a kitchen knife, making it clatter on the ground and scaring you both in the process.
“Not even 5 minutes and you’re pulling another stunt.” Sae smirked
“But you love it.”
“Yeah, I guess I do”
Sae Itoshi was a loser- a loser for you.
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