A cool breeze ruffled Takahiro Hanamaki's hair as he has walked down the street and quoted memes.
"Are you having Pepsi for breakfast?" I said to no one in particular.
"Yeah what did you eat?" Said a low and, remove frankly, sexy voice. Takahiro turned around to see a pair of dark, lazy eyes staring back at him.
"Nothing." I said to the stranger, choosing to finish what he started.
"I'm doing better than you." He replied. The stranger let out a chuckle. It was a nice sound, almost too nice. Takahiro almost had a gay panic.
"So uhh..." Takahiro started.
"Matsukawa. Issei Matsukawa." As if he knew what Takahiro was going to say.
"Takahiro Hanamaki."
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(A/n I know its short but I'm gonna make the next one way longer I promise💗)

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My Flower / MatsuHana / AU
FanfictionTakahiro Hanamaki's life was shit. He didn't have very many friends, and his one and only friend never knows what's wrong with the world. He was constantly thinking that he should just end it all. That is, until he met the one person who was worth l...