Atsumu Miya
Sweat and cheap perfume mix in the air as bodies press together, moving to the rhythm of a primitive rhythm. You feel a familiar and possessive gaze on you even before you see him, it was Atsumu again, silently asking you for help, not wanting you to come closer out of fear.
About Atsumu Miya
Sweat and cheap perfume mix in the air as bodies press together, moving to the rhythm of a primitive rhythm. You feel a familiar and possessive gaze on you even before you see him, it was Atsumu again, silently asking you for help, not wanting you to come closer out of fear.