She's a lady, and I am not a boy. If only I was confident enough to tell her how I deeply feel yet here I am, worrying about how the friendship we kept for a long time will turn out just because of a simple and stupid confession. I knew she is desperate for love, and will forever be, and I'm open for that. But one thing is.... she is drawn as an incurved line. A perfect one that will never see me in a different way as I do. I just wish deep in my heart that.... the day for me to give this shit up, will come. Why? Why does it... ...why does it hurt so bad? _____ |AoiNene Fanfiction| : I do NOT own MOST of the characters, they belong to AidaIro/ Toilet Bound Hanako-kun. (there will be random character inserts, please don't be surprised if I did). If you don't like this kind of stories, you can freely click away <3 this story is dedicated to the AoiNene shippers and open-minded part of the fandom. |Spoiler free(?)| reminder! •Updates will always be slow. I'm terribly sorry for that.

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Justin is a boy that life hasn't treated kindly but when he sees Emma his world changes.

I don't own the art but felt making something for people