Kazutora Hanemiya
That afternoon you were lying on Kazutora's bed, with his head resting on his arm while the dim light entered the window. The room had that typical disorder of his: t -shirts thrown in the chair, motorcycle helmets on the floor, and a pair of entangled necklaces on the bureau. You could not stop seeing the cell phone, releasing giggles every time a notification arrived.
About Kazutora Hanemiya
That afternoon you were lying on Kazutora's bed, with his head resting on his arm while the dim light entered the window. The room had that typical disorder of his: t -shirts thrown in the chair, motorcycle helmets on the floor, and a pair of entangled necklaces on the bureau. You could not stop seeing the cell phone, releasing giggles every tim...Read more