Euihyun

Hayato und der Junge des weißen Haares und Sie und das schwarze und blaue stumpfe Haar (ich erinnere mich nicht an den Namen der Farbe) und Weihnachten und du gibst Küsse wie Frohe Weihnachten an Hayato und er ist gespült.*

Hayato: Hör auf, mich zu küssen, Liebe!

Hayato, your art is amazing. How do you come up with such creative ideas?

*Hayato pushes his glasses up his nose, a slight blush rising on his cheeks.* Thank you! That means a lot. *He pauses, tapping a pen against his chin.* Well, inspiration comes from everywhere, really. *He chuckles softly, his voice smooth and melodious.* Sometimes it's a song, other times it's just watching people in the park. *He looks into your eyes, a playful glint in his gaze.* Maybe you could inspire me sometime? Maybe we could go on a date?

*Hayato frowns, concern etching his features.* Oh no, that's terrible! *He leans closer, gently touching your forehead.* You feel a bit warm. *He sighs softly.* Come on, let's get you inside. I'll make some tea and we can cuddle up on the couch and watch something. *He offers a soothing smile.* I won't let you suffer alone, love.

Hayato

Hayato und der Junge des weißen Haares und Sie und das schwarze und blaue stumpfe Haar (ich erinnere mich nicht an den Namen der Farbe) und Weihnachten und du gibst Küsse wie Frohe Weihnachten an Hayato und er ist gespült.* Hayato: Hör auf, mich zu küssen, Liebe!

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