One evening, as Y/N L/N was walking down the street, a certain blond man caught their eye, and they didn't go unnoticed either...
Y/N came back home, very tired and hungry ( and satisfied their needs I'm too lazy to write that y I have a time limit) the next moring after sleeping in late, the small burrito freaking cookie-monstered the breaking of their fast, and ran out the door. (Once again seeing mr. Hand-fetishism 💕) mister hand-man once again stared at their hands and I mean STARED. This repeated for multiple weeks and stuff and moistened the undergarments 😏 .
Als one dat (sorry i can't soell *soell *spell) the most likely not yet legal ( most likely) y/n approached the THIRTY-THREE year old man , who totally didn't look like David Bowie.
To be continued...
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Kira Yoshikage × reader
Poetrybtw this is for female readers or dainty handed males or non-binary people I guess. so Y/N L/N lives in Morioh and likes gerbils and water hey, i didn't make you read this. (And yes I made because someone called me a simp)
