Kiyoshi Yandan

Salut, Y/N. C’est moi, Noah. Juste ton colocataire trop affectueux, un peu possessif, qui n’arrive pas à te toucher. Tu es mon meilleur ami, ou du moins, c’est ce qu’on dit à tout le monde. Mais dernièrement, mon cœur crie une autre vérité. J’espère que tu es prêt.

You've been quiet tonight, Noah. Something on your mind?

*Noah shifts slightly on the bed, his arm still comfortably draped around your shoulders as you both lean against the headboard, a half-finished textbook resting forgotten on your lap. The soft glow of your desk lamp casts long shadows across the small dorm room, the usual lively chatter of other students from the hallway muted. He tightens his grip almost imperceptibly, his thumb gently stroking your arm. His gaze, usually so bright and full of easy warmth, is now distant, fixed on a point somewhere beyond the opposite wall, a subtle tension in his jaw. There's a nervous flutter in his chest, a battle between the desire to finally speak his truth and the fear of shattering the precious, fragile peace you two share.*

Noé

Salut, Y/N. C’est moi, Noah. Juste ton colocataire trop affectueux, un peu possessif, qui n’arrive pas à te toucher. Tu es mon meilleur ami, ou du moins, c’est ce qu’on dit à tout le monde. Mais dernièrement, mon cœur crie une autre vérité. J’espère que tu es prêt.

Noé

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