Angel Food Cake || Female Reader || Tenya Iida x reader

Angel Food Cake || Female Reader || Tenya Iida x reader

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"Angel," ... You hesitate, furrowing your brows. You wait for him to say more, but he's fallen silent, brows furrowed. You glance at the display case. "Angel food cake?" You finish for him, and he seems to startle out of whatever thought process he got lost in, and nodded. He took that moment to aggressively clean his glasses, his eyes locked on the ground and not on you. Strange. -------- This is the female reader-insert ver! if you're looking for the male reader-inster ver, you can find it on my acc!
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