'oi brat, i think tsukiyama has the hots for you, be fucking careful.'
Each syllable passes between crimson tiers at the speed of molasses and when he ultimately catches each word — arms flail and utter nonsense is expressed.
’ W-what ?! ‘
Since when did his tragic story shift to Shōnen-ai?
’ No way ! I mean, I know Tsukiyama-san’s motive’s aren’t pure, but he wouldn’t be interested in me, right ?! ‘









