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Class was starting to get more boring each minute I sat there. I looked at the student seated in front of me, Sora. Mii kun, his small mummy, squirmed around in his desk. I could see his eyes immediately dart down, worried. He acts like a parent sometimes, my conscience spoke. I wonder if I can be Daddy- I blush at the thought, looking down at my notes. Why did I think that? First of all, I don't have a daddy kink. That honestly turns me off. Second of all- I heard Sora's chair squeak against the floor, meaning he was getting up. "Tazuki, the bell rang," his sweet voice melted my ears. I loved his voice, it was so cute. "Mm," I grunt in response, standing up. I grab my bag, putting it on my desk and unzipping it. I close my notes and put it in my bag, zipping it up again. I sling it over my shoulder, pushing in my chair. Sora grabbed Mii kun, opening his bag. He put Mii kun and his picture book inside, closing it back up while he blew an unnoticeable kiss. He carefully put the straps of the bag over his shoulder, making it comfortable for Mii kun. "Hey, Sora...", I start. "Hmm?", he turned around, looking at me. "Can we, umm...", I mumble, unable to find a way to say it subtly. "Can I hold your hand? My hand hurts unless I hold something." Smooth, my badass conscience commented. "But what if people get the wrong idea? I don't want them to think we're..." he looked down, his face burned with a light pink. I grabbed his hand, his head shot up. "Let them. C'mon, let's go." I started walking and he caught up since our hands are linked together. "O-ok..." I slowly put my fingers in between his. He got shocked for a second but then calmed down. He slipped his fingers in between my fingers and continued walking at the same speed.

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