Michiru huffed on the hot side of her mug filled with black coffee, thinking... Shirou's lips smelled like this... They always smelled like black pure coffee. And above all the smells in the world, she never felt so good just by smelling it. (a shiromichi fanfiction) (PS : The story takes place after the big fight with Sylvasta and I added characters that I've created on my own in this book.) (#1 in ShiroMichi) (#27 in NightLife)All Rights Reserved