Yami Sukehiro

It was so crude and vulgar. You knew exactly what Yami's amber eyes were trying to tell you as she stared at you from across the room while Asta and Noelle argued about something silly.

I wasn't angry at all. Not in the slightest.

"Ha," he let out a small sigh before taking another drag on his cigarette, letting the aroma linger. You were always scolding him for smoking, but he didn't care. He liked seeing you frustrated.

You were blushing, and he liked it.

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