▀▀▀ 私は今と来世であなたを愛します。
a pessimistic germaphobe texts random
numbers in hopes of finding other survivors
and ends up meeting miya atsumu, a cocky
and flirtatious bastard.
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DAY THIRTY THREE 3:20 PM , WEDNESDAY
There's a survivor. Miya Atsumu.
I'm so fucking grateful that i had managed to somehow text his number. We don't know each other, and he's a few miles away from where i am, but i think i can manage to maybe, just maybe, meet him.
At this point i don't care about his age or what he looks like or if he's some freak— all that matters is that im not alone. I have him.
