They are SO GAY, and Madoka still called her a friend bro😭🙏
Warning: you, ur mom, Nikolai silly willy, sry no Sigma gigachad alpha 3 year ol, unholy screams, holy shit that sounds wrong-, reminder of the previous chap, you being hot, Nikolai's soft tiddies- AHEM, sussy remarks by the author, sadly no Assistant sama, rizzler you, rizzes and rizzed up, fucking treat me like white tees, sadism by you🥰😘, hot and simpworthy behaviour by you.
Uh amanbshajaiwks
Ion have anything to say ig--EXCEPTTTTTTT
A lil promotion of another of my recent fics😼🙏
So fro tensura fans, I have made a Tensura x self inserts! So like, it's a collab fic me and wrxEmxx made! Btw it will describe how me and emma look tho only vague ig you can still check it out if ya want😼🙏
So now, back on track!
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"THE BALL IS IN A FUCKING WEEK?!?!"
Daily dose of screams, ah yes.
Well anygays, let us see how we have come to this horrendous screech.
Flashback;
You and Nikolai had spent the whole day chatting and gossiping, playing and eating, like besties would do (or more than besties😼🙏).
And when you were both talking in a secluded space of a library in the Sky Casino, you were about to say goodbye but then he suddenly had grabbed your wrist, pulling you backwards.
"Eh- what-" A gasp left your mouth as you stumbled backwards, your back colliding with his chest.
Zamn bro is soft- ANYGAYS.
Finna lose my focus smh.
"Nikolai... you'd better have a reason or I'm drop kicking ur azz." You threatened him with a sweet smile on your face.
Nikolai, though, gave a cheekier smile in response as he opened his mouth to ✨sPiLl tHe tEa✨- ahem.
"Dost kun told me to inform you that your first self organised ball will be held next week, on march 22nd." Don't ever drop a bombshell with that cheeky smile OMFG.
The reader has the urge to kick him in the balls rn, but self restraint bbgs.
Tho, you were pissed out of your mind.
YOU ARE READING
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