Gotoyoshi Stories

Masayoshi's head whipped around. He'd been talking at Gotou more than with him, and Gotou immediately regretted engaging. Masayoshi leaned forward in the jump seat, blue...

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"I remember that story," she said, when her phone buzzed in her purse, sitting on the folding table. "It's almost time. You gonna be okay?" Masayoshi...