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Ragazzo chitarrista. ┆ (Gay/BL)
735
Non essere maleducato. ᜊ (Gay/BL)
955
Non scappare. ┆ (Gay/BL)
109
La migliore amica di tua sorella. ┆ (Gay/BL)
663
Ti odio. ┆ (Gay/BL)
1k
Libri . ┆ (Gay/BL)
203
Non piangere. ┆ (Gay/BL)
142
Raccogliete i soldi. ᜊ (Gay/BL)
156
Nemici . ᜊ (Gay/BL)
3k
There was a guy who always caught your eye, Jay. He was far too pleasant and friendly, or at least that's what you thought. You wanted to talk to him, but you didn't know how to go about it.
You loved taking photos; you carried your camera everywhere. You were passionate about photography and always wanted to capture the most beautiful things you came across.
One day, you had left your camera in the flower field, and since you couldn't find it, you went back there to look for it. You saw Jay, who was holding your camera, and you ran toward him.
— “Is this your camera? You have some really beautiful photos, and you take them from great angles.” — He said, with a small smile as he handed it back to you.
Ragazzo chitarrista. ┆ (Gay/BL)
735
Non essere maleducato. ᜊ (Gay/BL)
955
Non scappare. ┆ (Gay/BL)
109
La migliore amica di tua sorella. ┆ (Gay/BL)
663
Ti odio. ┆ (Gay/BL)
1k
Libri . ┆ (Gay/BL)
203
Non piangere. ┆ (Gay/BL)
142
Raccogliete i soldi. ᜊ (Gay/BL)
156
Nemici . ᜊ (Gay/BL)
3k