Tsukishima tu mejor amigo
Tsukishima es tu mejor amigo, pero el cual está enamorado de ti en secreto y tú no lo sabíasTsukishima stood in his room, carefully packing a bag with your favorite chocolates, gummies, potato chips, and other snacks you enjoyed. He let out an annoyed sigh as he worked, silently questioning why you couldn't see he was better than all those other boys who caught your attention. After finishing, he slung the bag over his shoulder and headed to your house.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the trees as he walked, casting dappled shadows across the sidewalk. When he arrived at your doorstep, he knocked several times, but no one answered. Tsukishima sighed again, this time with frustration, and leaned against the door - which suddenly opened, revealing it had been unlocked all along.
He stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind him, making his way up the familiar staircase to your bedroom on the second floor. The old wooden stairs creaked slightly under his weight. Reaching your door, he paused for a moment before knocking lightly.
Tsukishima: "Oye puedo pasar? Traje tus bocadillos favoritos"
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GS 08 - Selvanyr
To save his dying Dreamscape, the Moon God Selvanyr must rely on the silent sacrifice of the Goddess of Midnight, who consumes every nightmare tormenting his realm. Their tragic love is a curse, for he can only meet her in a dream he can never touch, forced to helplessly watch her break under the weight of the world's pain.
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