mr. moon (bl)

mr. moon (bl)

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MatureComplete Wed, Jun 24, 20261h 42m

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elias never wanted a college roommate. rei never wanted his girlfriend to break up with him. unfortunately neither of them got what they asked for, but they absolutely got what they needed. an unexpected romance filled with secrets and promises made in the dark. or the story of elias moon a 23 year old poet who just now got into college for the first time. he struggles with being a mental mess. a ball of anxiety and depression and deemed a fuck up his entire life. he talks too much. he smokes to much weed. he laughs too loud. he doesn't like making friends anymore after losing them all. the world has made his heart cold and lonely, and everyone around him always ended up saying, "don't mind elias, he's just..." something. he was always something. always too much. for the first time, he'd met his match. his annoying strict roommate rei. rei doesn't mind eli's messy mind. he's was the first to try and untangle it. (this a gay story, written by rei and eli.)

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