Mr. Nikiforov
chapter seventeen // the date

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The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the music coming from somewhere in the dorm. I tried my best to ignore it, since it was somewhat faint, but the second I picked up on the sound, it was impossible to tune out.

And so I sat up with a groan, scanning around my room to see if the noise was emitting from here, but it sounded more like it was coming from out in the hall.

I tumbled out of my bedroom, hair a mess and sweatpants hanging low on my hips. I looked down the hall and squinted my eyes at Phichit's bedroom door. With each step I took closer, the louder the sounds became.

I pushed the door opened and looked around for the whatever was making that sounds, not caring if I woke up Phichit with my fumbling around (not that I even could since that kid is the heaviest sleeper out there). Finally, between a pile of clothes, I found an alarm clock crying loudly for attention. I snoozed the alarm and threw the object aside, picking up a pillow instead and slamming it against Phichit's body.

"Wake up, you Phi-shit!" Phichit grumbled something under his breath and turned over to his other side, shooing me off. Huffing, I threw my whole body over his instead, tugging at his hear to get his attention. "Your stupid alarm woke me up! What even is it for?"

"Mmm...I h've t'pack my thin's." (I have to pack up my things)

"Well then get up already, suffer with me." I groaned, also wishing I could go back to sleep, but it's best if I stay up and do something productive for the day. And by that I mean babysit Phichit and make sure he actually gets everything ready to visit his family for the holidays.

Today is going to be a long day...
  
  

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While helping Phichit pack up his luggage, he told me about his date with Kyoya and how everything went. Turns out that they are now dating and the pair ended up spending the night at Kyoya's place since it was late by the time their date came to an end--but Phichit promised me with a flushed face that nothing happened between them (not that it's any of my business). I playfully scolded him for spending the night over for the remainder of the time we were in the dorm.

After he had everything he needed, I drove him to the airport in the car he got a bit over a month ago. I dropped him off, wished him good luck on his trip, and drove back home on my own. Today I would be going over to Victor's house for dinner.

What should I do in the mean time?

I had been at the dorm room for about an hour, wasting time by cleaning and watching some TV, when I got a text message from none other than Zen. It had been a while since he last texted me.

Zen:
are you busy?

a friend and i are going to
meet up to eat & get some drinks
and thought maybe you'd
wanna come along?

I looked at the time and noticed I still had plenty of time left to spare. It had been a while since I met up with Zen outside of work, and even if I don't drink I could just get myself some light snacks, so why the hell not.

I replied to his message and asked for the extra information. They would meet up at a bar not so far from campus in about thirty minutes. It was enough time for me to take a quick shower and get dressed.

Humming to myself, I jumped into the shower and washed up, wondering who this friend Zen was referring to might be. I guess I would find out soon.

I made it out of the dorm in under twenty minutes, showered and fully dressed. I made sure I had my wallet and keys before heading out. The drive to the bar felt a bit nostalgic since it was the bar Zen and I would always meet up in whenever we went out for drinks last year. Since it was too hectic for him to come and pick me up all the way from where he lives, and then drive back to a bar near his place, we would go to a bar that was walking distance from campus. This way it was easier for me to walk there on my own and meet up with him on time. I don't understand why he didn't ask to meet up somewhere closer to his area after I told him I had a car today.

Perhaps his friend lives around here as well.

As usual, I made it to the bar before Zen did. I took a seat and ordered a beer, not planning on drinking it all. I didn't wait too long before I spotted Zen walking in, followed by another tall man.

That must be his friend.

I stood up from my seat to greet them and introduce myself properly.

"Hey, you didn't wait too long?" Zen asked, giving me a quick hug. I shook my head, fixing my glasses on my nose. I glanced at his friend but looked away quickly when his eyes met mine. It felt intense and somehow...familiar? "Ah, right. Yuri, this is my friend, V. V, this is Yuri."

V?

"It's a pleasure to meet you." he beamed, offering me a hand to shake. I shook his hand and flashed him a friendly smile.

"It's nice to meet you, too."

"Well, if you guys don't mind, I'm ready to eat. Can I please have a beer?" Zen began, not wasting time and taking a seat on the table I had been saving for us. The waitress walking around came over and began to take our orders.

"Shrimps, please." I ordered and Zen hummed.

"You don't have an appetite?" Zen asked curiously.

"No, it's not that. I just have plans later today and I don't want to eat much." I explained subtly. Zen nodded, taking my response with no further questions, but V seemed a bit curious.

"Plans?" he asked softly.

"Oh, yeah." I nodded, not at all bothered by his question. He was probably just curious as to what type of person I am. He nodded slowly, his vibrant eyes watching me intensely. I shuddered slightly under his gaze, my neck heating up. I looked over at Zen and noticed he was busy talking to the waitress, still trying to decide what he would eat."Um...have we met before?" I asked V a bit hesitantly.

V raised an eyebrow, thinking for a second before shaking his head. " I don't believe we have."

Just as I thought. But then why does he feel so familiar somehow?

For the remainder of our small 'get together' we all talked about basic things. Mainly topics that helped V and I get to know each other better. By the end of it, most importantly I learned that V is an aspiring twenty-eight-year-old artist, is currently single, and just moved here a bit over a month ago. I also learned that he and Zen have been friends for years.

Over all, I enjoyed our time together and I think V is a great person, but I still couldn't understand why he felt so familiar.

"I'm going to go to the restroom for a bit, please excuse me." V excused himself from the table and walked away. I stirred the mostly melted ice cubes sitting at the top of my water cup with my straw, looking back at Zen and raising an eyebrow when he gave me a smile.

"So?" he asked.

"Uh...'so' what?" Zen rolled his eyes and scooted his chair closer to mine, whispering excitedly with a wide ass grin.

"Did you like him?" He asked and I nodded hesitantly, which wasn't a lie because I did like him. He seems like a good man. Zen glowed up at my answer. "Want me to leave you guys alone for a bit so you can talk and share numbers or--"

"Wait, what?" I cit him off sharply. Zen nodded.

"Yeah. Remember how I ruined your date with some guy that one time? I thought I could make it up to you and since I learned that V is single, I thought why not introduce you both." The red-eyed male explained in simple terms.

"V's gay?" was the first thing that came out of my mouth, even though it wasn't the most important thing right now.

"Well, Pansexual to be exact, but you're totally his type. He likes honest and independent people." I shook my head.

"Thank you for what you're trying to do, Zen. But...I'm already sort of seeing someone at the moment..." I tried to explain and Zen's eyes went wide, his cheeks heating up quickly.

"O-oh, I didn't know." He stuttered out and I shook my head.

"It's fine." I assured him. "Why don't you try to hit it off with him instead?" I decided to ask, half jokingly. Zen chuckled and sat back in his chair, shaking his head.

"V is like family to me. Besides, he knows Jumin and I have something going on so it's fine." Zen smirked smugly and I raised an eyebrow in interest. Last time I spoke to Jumin about it, he said they we're just 'acquaintances'.

Of course he was lying.

On cue, V made his way back to the table and I awkwardly looked at the time. Realizing that Zen was trying to hook us up this whole time made it even more difficult for me to look at V. He was really handsome.

"I'm sorry but I should get going by now, there's somewhere I need to be in an hour." I apologized and V, being as polite as he had been this whole time, quickly nodded in understanding.

"It's alright." He stood up along with me and shook my hand once again, flashing me a friendly smile. There was no flirty-ness or second meaning to it; just a plain, friendly smile. It made me wonder if V knew Zen was trying to hook us up. "It was really nice meeting you."

"It was great meeting you as well. " I shot back happily. "I'll make sure to visit one of your gallery shows, V." I promised and he smiled warmly.

"You're always welcome."
  
   
   
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Oh god...I don't think I'm ready. I said to myself as I parked outside of Victor freaking Nikiforov's house. How many girls at college must wish they could be in my shoes in this very instant?

The place was just as you'd expect from a Russian bachelor. It was well taken care of and had that elegant taste. It did seem a bit too big for just a single guy though, but perhaps Victor likes big places.

I got out of my car and nervously went up to the front door, looking down at myself to make sure nothing was out of place.

I wore a black button up shirt and a new pair of jeans I had gotten last week. To look a bit more formal, I slicked my hair back as well and wore contacts. Of course, I'm not too used to the feeling so I still had their compartment in my back pocket and my glasses just in case.

Did I over do it? I wanted to make a good impression, but maybe this was just a simple dinner and I came over looking like--

No.

I needed to be confident. I'm sure it doesn't even matter to Victor how I'm dressed.

That's right. Victor isn't one to care much for appearances--at least not that I'm aware of.

"Alright." I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell before exhaling. I tapped at my thigh as I waited and glanced around me nervously.

Soon enough, I heard footsteps approaching before the door swung open. My eyes landed on the most precious Victor I had ever had the honor to witness. He had an apron on and an oven mitten on one hand. I could smell the sweetness coming from inside the house and the warmth radiating from Victor.

I smiled widely.

"You look amazing." We both said at the same time.

We laughed a bit, my face heating up from the compliment.

"Sorry, I was just finishing up dessert." He admitted softly and opened the door a bit wider. "Come in, though."

I took a step into his house only to take three back in shock as something came running to my legs unexpectedly. Gasping, I looked down at the creature barking up at me excitedly.

"Makka, no!" Victor bent down to hold on to the large dog with his free hand, facing away as the pet licked their owner's face. "Sorry if she scared you, she loves new faces."

"It's fine." I assured and smiled down at him. Makka jumped over to my side and patiently looked up at me. "Is it fine if I pet her?" I asked Victor.

He nodded and I dove right in. Soon after I ended up kneeling down to her level, both of us excitedly greeting each other. I received a handful of kisses from her to my neck as I tried to hold my face away from her reach. (Having her tongue near my eyes would be terrible.)

"Now, you're just making me jealous." Victor spoke up and I looked up to see him leaning against the door frame, smiling down at us warmly. I blushed and pet Makka one last time, whispering something to her ear which earned me a happy bark. Chuckling, I stood back up and went over to greet Victor properly.

"It's okay, I let know I'm dating someone." I joked, mastering up my courage to boldly place a hand on Victors waist and look into his amused eyes. "She handled it pretty well." I added.

Victor smiled and placed a kiss on my lips.

We went in after that and after convincing Victor it was alright, I helped him set up the table which he had forgotten to do. I've learned he's pretty forgetful despite trying to play it off like he hadn't actually forgotten. It was cute though.

I also learned that Victor is a great cook and enjoys having a conversation while eating. It felt a bit like a habit when he asked how my day had been, but I enjoyed how interested he seemed with even the simplest response I would give.

Thankfully the whole dinner thing went perfectly fine. I was dressed pretty similar to Victor and there was not a single awkward moment, even after we finished dessert and I helped him clean up quietly. I brought the last of the dishes to the kitchen and helped him to rinse.

As I rinsed off the soap, Victor's elbow or hip would occasionally bump against mine. And although I didn't think anything of it, I noticed Victor's cheeks turn a slight pink by the end of it.

I dried my hands on a small cloth and-- "Would you like to have some wine?" Victor asked suddenly.

"Sure." I easily agreed.

Once Victor brought out a bottle of wine, we took a seat in the living room by the chimney, the warmth of the fire heating up my nose and cheeks. It felt like a scene pulled out of a movie as we both sat beside each other, drinking and talking about anything new.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked, leaning my head against my palm and as I leaned against the recliner and rested my leg on the cushions, turning my body to face Victor completely.

"Of course." Victor hummed and I bit my bottom lip, unsure of what I really even wanted to ask.

"Tell me something about your childhood." What? Is that the best I could come up with?

Victor looked a bit surprised at my question but he started thinking nevertheless. I just sat there and watched how his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his bottom lip pouted out as he wondered what would he a good story to tell. It was a simple and random question, but he seemed to really want to give me a proper response.

"Hmm...well I used to be mistaken for a girl when I was young. I had long hair and was very petite. I also liked boys, so it would always surprise everyone when they found out I was actually a guy." Victor laughed softly.

Really? Victor with long hair?

Yeah, that'd suit him.

"Well, though you're a grown man, you do have some feminine features so I understand. I bet you looked like a really cute girl." Did I just say that out loud?

Victor's whole face turned red and he looked down, the air between us turning thick. I blushed as well at my words that I hadn't intended to say out loud.

"Wow, Yuri." Victor beamed. "Are you into that? I mean, I'm open to anything but I don't think I would look too good in a skirt." He laughed, almost flirtingly.

My whole body burned up and I shook my head quickly, my heart beating rapidly against my ribcage. I urgently put my hands on his lap and continued to shake my head.

"N-n-no that's not--I didn't mean that. I-I just thought about you with long hair and--Im sure you looked very pretty--but I wasn't hinting to anything. I promise I'm--"

Victor broke out into laughter, unable to hold back anymore. I just watched, horrified.

Great, my boyfriend now thought I had some type of drag kink and is teasing me about it.

"It's okay, Yuri! I was only joking!" He promised, hugging me tightly. I could feel his chest vibrating with every laugh, the smell of his cologne taking over me. "I'm sorry, I just can't help teasing you."

"Yeah, yeah." I sighed lightheartedly. I wasn't angry, just embarrassed. But what I was mostly embarrassed about was that image of Victor wearing a skirt stuck in my head. That's something I have never once considered but now I could imagine it clearly.

"I do." Victor continued, taking my glass of wine and placing both our drinks on the table in front of us. He leaned closer to me and wrapped his arms around me, embracing me. I took it gladly.

We were sitting in that position for a few minutes, not a single word spoken. And though I enjoyed the feeling, I knee there was something he wanted to say. So I nervously raised my head and looked at him for any signs.

"You okay?" I mumbled.

Victor smiled. "I'm better than ever." He sighed. "I just...don't want this to end badly. I know I'm not one go express my feelings, but I really do like you Yuri. A lot. And I'm afraid that perhaps...things won't work out."

"And why not?" I frowned.

"Uh, well...what we have isn't exactly legal. And I've only been in one serious relationship, which didn't end how I would've wanted it to. Although thanks to that, I got to meet you." Victors fingers had begun to play with the ends of my hair as he looked at the fire across from us, his tone low but sincere. He sounded a bit in pain and in a lot of worry.

"And honestly..." Victor cleared his throat nervously, trying o hide himself behind his bangs. "I'm a bit worried you might find someone else."

"W-what?" I stuttered out, bewildered.

"Well, I'm old and there's plenty of guys in college. And with the job you have, it'd be very easy to find someone better." Victor shrugged. I scoffed.

All along I thought I was the only one worrying about us, but it turns out Victor has been feeling the same way. But I never knew he was worried about so much.

"Victor." I began, holding his face and making him turn to look at me. "I'm not interested in anyone else other than you. I've liked you since I first met you and with every new thing I learn about you, I like you even more. I only want you."

I've read somewhere before that it only takes 99 days for a guy to fall in love, and I never once thought it was true. But...

I can see myself falling for Victor. Perhaps faster than I think.

"Don't ever worry about those things." I said a bit sternly so I could get my point across.

Oh how I wish I could frame this moment. Victor's face softening at my words, red dusting his cheeks, and his eyes glowing with glee.

"I won't then." Victor promised and locked our lips, sealing the promise.

We kissed softly, our lips grazing teasingly. I could feel my head spinning as I tried to control myself and not give in to his tempations.

Noticing I wasn't going to give in, Victor pulled me on to his lap, my legs spread on either side of his hips. I flashed him a smug smirk which was quickly stolen from my lips when Victor's hands grasped my butt, making me gasp.

Victor smirked.

I chuckled and leaned down to kiss him, my hands tangling in his hair. I rocked my hips against his at a steady pace, the wine seemingly making me more bold. And Victor's usual cautious self seems to gave disappeared as well, leaving behind a more confident and sex driven self.

It's not as sweet as it normally is, but in the moment, I was honestly enjoying myself.

It seemed we only had one thing in mind.

"What do you want me to do?" Victor asked suddenly, just hovering over my lips. I licked them teasingly and chuckled.

"Anything." I suggested. Victor rose an eyebrow and began to undo my button up shirt, keeping his slightly red eyes glued on mine.

"And where would you like me touch?" He asked smugly. My ears heated up and I looked down shyly, holding his hands on my bum and guiding them to where I wanted him to touch. For a moment, Victor's eyes widened but he quickly composed himself and nodded.

"Are you sure?" He questioned, slowly adding pressure to my entrance over the jeans. I gasped softly and nodded.

I wasn't too drunk to know I wanted this. In fact, I've fantasized about this moment for some time now. And now that it was here, I wanted it to happen as soon as possible.

"I am." I voiced. "If you're okay with it...please do it." I timidly begged.

Victor nodded. And finished unbuttoning my shirt, following with the front of my jeans. I simply watched in anticipation.

"Maybe we should move somewhere else." Victor mumbled right before he pulled my jeans down. I shrugged. "Come." He said and stood up, holding me against him and wrapping my legs around his torso as he walked.

I nervously clung on to him, my stomach churning with every step he took and my erection rubbed against his stomach. I slid my head down to his neck and began to place butterfly kisses all over, loving the smell and warmth of his slightly exposed skin.

I could feel Victor's throat vibrate a bit as he tried to hold back his moans.

We quickly reached a set of stairs and somehow Victor managed to go up them while still carrying me. I was about to point out that he could out me down when I was taken by surprise by something hitting my ass. I instantly knew what it was.

"Sorry." Victor said, but not looking like he actually meant it. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was enjoying his boner hitting my ass with every step of the way.

Not long after we made it to what seemed to be his room. Victor set me down on the bed and didn't waste a second before pulling my jeans off completely.

"Oh, someone's eager." I teased, pulling myself further up his bed. Victor nodded, climbing on as well.

"Yeah, I think you look about ready to burst." He shot back and I gasped at his vulgar words. He kissed me softly.

After making out and grinding against each other some more, Victor pulled away and reached over to his side drawer. He pulled it open and looked around for something. And with a few seconds, he pulled out some lube.

"Haven't used this in a while." He admitted quietly, most likely to himself. And although I was pretty nervous to do this with Victor, i was more than ready.

I helped him get me out of my briefs and timidly opened my legs so he could place himself in between them. He poured some lube on his fingers, warmed it up and spread it around my opening.

He was only rubbing me but fuck did it feel amazing.

"Would you like to c um like this?" Victor asked and I nodded. He smiled. I felt one of his fingers nudge the rim and I shook my head, getting an idea.

"W-what. Actually..." Victor nodded, encouraging me to continue. "I could help you as well." I suggested, looking down at his obviously present boner, restricted under his underwear.

Victor once again seemed surprised at my words but he didn't complain. He happily obliged and turned us around, setting me on top of him with my ass in front of his face.

I blushed scarlet. "Isn't t-this too exposing?"

Victor grasped my ass cheeks and looked at me with a shit eating grin. "I'm enjoying it very much, actually."

I looked away and looked at Victor's member, curiously. How can Victor be so perfect, even his dick is breathtaking.

On the other end, Victor went ahead and began to prod at my entrance. He carefully slid a finger inside and slowly curled it around, touching my walls. My hips were already trembling at the simple actions.

Focus. I reminded myself.

I opened my eyes again and grabbed a hold of Victor's dick. Wanting to show him what I'm made of, I gave a bold lick up his shaft, focusing on the head. My smirk widened as his dick twitched in excitement.

We both continued on like that, both of us trying to pleasure each other as much as we could. An the moment, the position, and the actions, were exciting. Every breath and moan that we shared resonated within our bodies, edging us closer to climax.

After minutes of enjoying ourselves, Victor had three fingers in me, nudging that spot that had my knees trembling. I was continuously taking the most I could of Victor's big dick and with every hit I got to the back of my throat, I began to get closer and closer to finishing.

"Fuck, Victor..." I groaned, arching my back. "I'm gonna c um... I want to..." I took Victor back in my mouth and bobbed my head, letting myself moan around him.

"Shit, Yuri..keep doing that." Victor took a sharp breath, slowly rolling his hips. "Don't stop. Fuck, I'm c umming..."

Victor's hips halted and his load shot into my mouth, the warm salty taste not bothering me the smallest bit. It only excited me and I instinctively clenched around his fingers, which had stopped moving.

I waited until Victor came down from his high and impatiently began to push myself back on his fingers, shamelessly wanting sweet release. Victor got the memo and returned to thrusting his fingers.

Victir curled his fingers at a certain angle, and the spot which he had only been grazing against all along, was suddenly hit dead on. It was enough to push me over the edge. With Victor's name rolling off my tongue, I shot my own c um on Victor's stomach.

"Fuck, that was amazing." I panted out after I regained a bit of my strength. Victor carefully pulled his fingers out of me and pulled me to lay down beside him, both of us a sweaty mess.

"It was." Victor agreed. His hand intertwined with mine in between us and I smiled. Despite being done and satisfied, the warm feeling in my chest did not smother.

We laid there for a bit and I felt myself start to drift off which Victor seemed to notice.

"Want to spend the night over?" Victor offered sweetly. I pondered over the idea and soon gave in. I don't see why not.

"Sure." I beamed, turning to face him.

"We should probably take a shower then." Victor mumbled, looking down at our bodies. "Maybe we could also have more fun." He said, raking my body with a hungry look.

I blushed.

This man is certainly much more blunt with the slightest bit of alcohol in him, I thought, smiling to myself.

"Not sure if you can keep up." I teased, rolling over to his side.

"Oh, we'll see."
   
    
               
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Morning came around and I had never been more grateful for morning sunshine as it shone through a small opening from the curtains and hit Victor's milky skin. He looked so handsome sleeping and the sun added a glow to his pale skin. He really is beautiful.

My heart continuously ached with every thought I had of Victor. I eventually sat up and decided it wouldn't be good for my health if I continued to face such beauty. It's like trying to stare at the sun.

I got up from bed and slipped on my boxers and Victor's shirt from last night (because why not? If still smelt like Victor and I wasn't going to let the chance pass by). With one last glance at Victor's body still resting, all of the events from yesterday came back to me and I was overjoyed.

Maybe I could surprise him with breakfast in bed. I thought.

As quickly and quietly as I possibly could, i slipped out of his room and went down to he kitchen to make breakfast. As I looked around for what I needed, I really hoped he wouldn't mind me doing this without his permission.

Luckily he had plenty of food everywhere. I had all the things I needed to make a delicious breakfast.

And by the time I had two eggs cooking, slices of toasts ready, and two glasses of juice waiting when Makka decided to make her appearance. I sneakily pulled out a treat from one of the drawers I had seen Victor open a few times yesterday and handed her a treat.

"Think he'll like what's for breakfast?" I asked Makka, scratching behind her ear. She licked my hand and shook her tail excitedly.

"It smells great, so I'd say yes." A voice spoke up suddenly and I jumped, spinning around quickly. My eyes widened and I shielded my eyes, pointing at him with the spatula I was holding.

"Jesus, at least put on something before coming down." I gasped.

"Sure, sure, I'll go change." Victor laughed. "But first I'd like a morning kiss. I woke up this morning to find my cute boyfriend gone, it wasn't a very pretty sight to wake up to." Victor pouted approaching me.

I gave him an apologising look. "Sorry, i just thought I would make breakfast. I hope you don't mind I went around your kitchen."

"Not at all." Victor shook his head, leaning down to give me a kiss. "You look adorable. I almost want to eat you instead." He said in that deep, morning voice. I wasn't sure if there was a second meaning to that, but I still blushed deeply.

Victor chuckled at my reaction and fixed my glasses. "I'll go put on something and come back to help you finish breakfast, yeah?"

I nodded, kissing him one last time.

He rushed up the stairs and I took the eggs from the pan, placing one on each plate. I continued with the bacon and hummed happily to myself, still not fully believing this was happening.

It was perfect.

And perhaps the universe thought it was too perfect.

What had started as the best morning of my life, was soon going to be ruined by unexpected news. It started the second I heard shuffling coming from somewhere in the house.

I looked around, trying to find what that sound was. Then I noticed Makka run to the front door as it opened. And in stepped the last person I had expected to see.

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A/n: ahh that was so fun to write omfggg
I know it was a lot in one chapter but yessss I've been so excited to write these scenes♡♡♡♡

So Phichit and Kyoya are official🎉
V finally appeared😙 (which in case you don't know, he is also from Mystic Messenger)
Yuri and Victor had dinner at Victor's home and they had some smexy timeee
And now the small cliff hanger at the end😆

This was such a long chapter holy shit. It is also the first one of the year which once again, Happy New Year's guys😄

□□ I'll soon make a character chapter, which will just be a chapter with pictures of all of the characters and important information :3 I thought maybe I could combine that with some character questions, but idk?? We'll see □□

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Til next time♡
-Sai