Feb 27, 2021just_a_degen
Nishima sits across her brother, her hands sweaty as she's being stared by the cold monster called Anton.
[Brother, kind brother, this face doesn't suit you]
Anton's mouth twitches, but he doesn't lose his composure.
[Nishima, yesterday.....was that, right?] his deep voice filled with doubt, not wanting to believe something. But there was also a hint of kindness in it.
His cold face shattered and the cup of tea slipped from his hands.
How many girls does that make now.... ... more>>