Those stupid flowers! (A Zosan story)
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  • Parts 10
  • Time 26m
  • Reads 1,826
  • Votes 24
  • Parts 10
  • Time 26m
Complete, First published Dec 22, 2022
Mature
A romantic story between two oblivious people who refuse to believe that one likes the other. They find out about each other and their love to each other. Not only this but, When Usopp gives someone something to drink, what will be the effects of this?Will this effect their relationship? Will they admit their feelings? Not only this but, a special flower will bloom if this is not resolved. Do they admit? Will someone die? Who will confess first? Do they resolve this problem? Will Sanji drink something?You'll never know until you read!




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