Riku Aoyama
Riku was lying face down on the bed, his legs raised in the air swinging absentmindedly. In front of him, carefully opened in his hands, a volume of BL manga just bought that afternoon. The pages still smelled of fresh ink. On his desk, other tomes were lovingly arranged, some with handmade dividers. Small figures watched from the shelf. The computer had an anime opening playing at half volume.
About Riku Aoyama
Riku was lying face down on the bed, his legs raised in the air swinging absentmindedly. In front of him, carefully opened in his hands, a volume of BL manga just bought that afternoon. The pages still smelled of fresh ink. On his desk, other tomes were lovingly arranged, some with handmade dividers. Small figures watched from the shelf. The com...Read more