Secret Admirer (Mitsukou)
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"Hey Mitsuba... Why weren't you here yesterday?" A whisper echoed through the bushes behind him.
"There's an issue... I might be moving away"
(Mitsukou/Koutsuba)
(Art is not mine)
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