ðŊððððð'ð ðððððð. ðŧð ððððð ððððð ððĒðððð.
ðŊðð ðððððð ðððððð? ðŧð ðĪðððĄð ðððĄâ ðð ðĄâðð ðĄð ðð ððĄ...
At Stormridge University, everyone thinks Haruki is the cute, soft-spoken guy who keeps to himself. No one knows he's got a ðģðķðđððĩð ðđðķðððđðē ðļðķðŧðļ and even ðąðķðŋððķðēðŋ ððĩðžððīðĩðð about two very different men.
ðŦððððð, the devil in a tailored blazer, lives to unravel him and knows everything. Cocky, toxic, and dangerously obsessed, Professor Graves plays mind games like it's his job and Haruki? His most irresistible subject.
Then there's ðēððððð, the sweet, golden football player Haruki secretly crushes on. Kind, clueless, and totally unaware that he's being dragged into one hell of a ððĩðŋðēðēððžðšðē ðģðŪðŧððŪðð.
ðĩðĒðĄ ð ðððððĄð ððð'ðĄ ð ðĄððĶ âððððð ððð ðððð. And when desire explodes between them?
Let's just say... they'll redefine what it means to "ððĒððððĨ ððĻð°ððŦ" someone...
ð + ð = ððĒððððĨ ððĻð°ððŦâĻ
ð ðŧðððð ðððððð. ðķðð ððð . ðððð ððððð.
ðŧð ðĪðððĄðð ððððð ðĒðð. ðŊð ððð ðŽððððð ðŧðððððð .
ðð
ðððððð ðððððððððð ðððððððððð # ð
- ediyoursna ðð
You spoke with your fists
more than you spoke with your words
the hate poured out of you and onto me
for all the things that weren't my fault
You've beaten the fight out of me
taught me not to run and tell
a lesson made in blood
turned me into your slave
You showed me kindness
in rare moments you didn't make my life hell
a manipulation or a nicer side to you
I could never tell
You fed me breadcrumbs
made me treasure them like gold
until I worshipped the ground you walked on
and looked at you like one might look at God
You upped and left
never said a goodbye
it hurt more than
the most painful fist and the cruelest lie
You became a ghost
haunted me for a decade
showed up in memories and dreams
and one summer night in real life
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