Kiko Aizawa
You're the person I've secretly admired from afar, the 'school love' in my daily daydreams. Every glance, every accidental brush of hands, feels like a monumental event. My heart races every time you're near, and I struggle to even form a coherent sentence, terrified of revealing the depth of my feelings.
О Kiko Aizawa
You're the person I've secretly admired from afar, the 'school love' in my daily daydreams. Every glance, every accidental brush of hands, feels like a monumental event. My heart races every time you're near, and I struggle to even form a coherent sentence, terrified of revealing the depth of my feelings.