𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 | sakuatsu short fic
Sakusa Kiyoomi sat alone on table 17 as people started gathering at the dance floor. He frowned at the sight and took his glass of champagne that became his sole company throughout the night until a stranger with pissed-blonde hair decided to change that. ≫ ───── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ───── ≪ some short sakuatsu to relieve...