Trouble

(By Cold Play)

Oh no, I see...
I spun a web, it's tangled up with me
And I lost my head...
The thought of all the stupid things I said

Oh no, what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle...
So I turned to run....
The thought of all the stupid things I've done

... And I never meant to cause you trouble...
And I never meant to do you wrong...
And I wonder if I ever caused you trouble...
Although I never meant to do you harm...

Oh no, I see...
A spider web, and its me in the middle...
So I twist and turn
Here am I in love in a bubble.

... I'm singing that I never meant to cause you trouble...
And I, never meant to do you wrong...
And I, wonder if I ever caused you trouble...
Although I never meant to do you harm...

They Spun... A Web.... For me....
They Spun... A Web.... For me....

It was hard to smile as he waited for practice to start. Something was wrong with the wires of Takuro's guitar, so the other three members of Glay remained idle as they waited for him to figure it out. Jiro was tense, he was infinitely aware of every move Hisashi made, he couldn't help himself. At first he had tried to just strum his bass, practice by himself, but he failed miserably in his attempts, and finally gave up and proceeded to just hold his bass.

He had heard the acute pain coupled with regret in Hisashi's voice that morning, when he told Jiro not to say anything. He had heard it because it resonated within him, he felt it as well. But he couldn't blame Hisashi for anything.

They hadn't spoken to each other since Jiro left Hisashi's house that morning. Glances had been exchanged, furtive and erratic, but there had been no morning greeting exchanged like was usually present, for the rest of Glay if for nothing else.

Jiro was also nervous because he could feel Teru's eyes on him. He had said good morning to the vocalist, and Teru's response had been friendly enough, but there was concern - and something else, something Jiro wondered about, wondering if it had always been there and he was only now seeing it, or something new because of last night - in his eyes when he had looked at Jiro. The bassist had ignored it and merely hurried to his place.

But since then Hisashi had come in and ten minutes of idle time had passed. Everyone was getting restless, and Takuro was apparently getting frustrated judging from the muttered curses heard every so often. Jiro, sighing, finally decided to put his bass back on its stand. He was just setting it down and contemplating consoling himself with some Pocky when there was a soft touch on his arm.

He jumped, startled, and turned to see Teru standing half- next to, half- in front of him, slightly closer than he would have a mere day ago. He didn't remove his hand from Jiro's arm.

"Daijoubu?" Teru asked softly, gaze both soft and direct.

Jiro stood where he was stiffly, but tried not to let that tenseness show in his voice or his face. Maybe he could just avoid this, get out of this situation quickly...

His eyes, of their own volition, flickered to Hisashi. The other man's back was turned.

He looked back at Teru, offered a tight smile. "Daijoubu," he declared. He knew
he hardly sounded convincing.

This fact was proven when Teru only frowned at him. "You look awful," he said.

"Thanks a lot," Jiro returned, the flicker of sarcastic humor automatic.

Teru rolled his eyes. "Baka," he said. "You look like you haven't slept... You're pale..." He reached up and his fingers ghosted ever so tenderly against Jiro's cheek.

Jiro squeezed his eyes shut. "Teru..."

< If I jerk away from him... I'll have to explain. I can't just say I don't like guys, I proved I do after yesterday... >

"I told you you can tell me anything, Jiro," Teru said softly. His tone was soft, almost pleading, and it made Jiro open his eyes. The other man's gaze was intent, he seemed so much like he wanted to help, he seemed so much to care....

< Oh God, oh God, what... What am I supposed to do? >

"I know something's wrong. Why won't you tell me what it is?"

They were standing too close, he couldn't let Teru's hand, so gentle, stay against his face. Before he could think anymore, he took a step back, movement not abrupt, but decisive.

Teru grabbed his hand, gaze intense, already applied pressure to pull him closer again.

"Jiro-"

"Teru, no, please!" Jiro finally pleaded, unthinking. He spoke a bit louder than he intended, and after his voice cut the room the silence that had before drifted slowly about snapped into place.

Jiro bit his lip as he and Teru froze where they were. Jiro let his gaze drift around the room, suddenly recalling to his mind, ever-confused these days, that not only was Hisashi present, but Takuro. His gaze fell on Takuro first, and the other man was staring back at them, surprised. And yet - not as surprised as he really should have been, all things considered...

< Did Teru tell him something? About - about me? That he likes me...? >

He tore his eyes away from Takuro, let them seek Hisashi. The guitarist was standing where he had been before, only now he, too, was watching them. He was not fully facing their direction, however, he was half-turned away. But he kept his face turned over his shoulder, eyes on them.

No. Eyes just on Jiro.

Their exchange was long and wordless. Jiro still didn't understand anything, he couldn't read the emotions in Hisashi's eyes, in the perfect, delicate, painfully beautiful countenance, he couldn't give a name to the things he himself felt. It could have lasted an age and he would still have been lost, lost in those eyes, in his own internal pleading and anguish, in an endless swirl of things past and present all manifesting themselves as emotions. Or it could have been a second. But time didn't matter. Only what he saw, what he wanted to see; what he felt, what he wanted to feel...

"Jiro...?" It was Teru. His voice was hesitant, soft.

The spell was broken. Hisashi first turned his eyes away, and then his head followed, he turned fully around. Jiro slowly turned his gaze back to Teru, who was staring at him.

"Teru, I..." He trailed off, biting his lip.

"What's wrong?" the vocalist finally asked, softly. He didn't seem to care that Takuro was still paying attention to them, watching discreetly. Yes, surely Takuro knew, then.

"Teru, I - I can't.... Not with you," he said, stumbling over the words.

Hurt flashed in Teru's eyes. "But - but I thought, after yesterday..."

"I'm sorry," Jiro whispered, closing his eyes as Teru trailed off. "Teru, I - I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... to lead you on. But I - we - we can't... Because..." Again, he bit his lip, he kept his eyes closed. It wasn't a question of whether he could continue. It was only what he should say. He clenched the fingers of one hand tightly, reflexively.

"Because...?" Teru probed, voice also a mirroring whisper.

Jiro took a deep breath, and finally let his eyes slide back open to see Teru's attractive, troubled face, see his pleading eyes. He made his voice soft, tried to keep it steady. "You're a wonderful person Teru, you are. But not for me, because... Because...

"I love Hisashi..."

Silence. Shock flashing through the very air of the room, sparking in Teru's eyes.

"We've... been together for - for six months."

Teru released his hand, mouth open but unable to speak. He took a step back.

Jiro dragged his eyes away, pulled them to Hisashi. The slender man was just turning around, moving slowly as if he didn't want to disturb the fabric of a non-reality. As their gazes met Jiro felt tears spring to his eyes, but he tried to fight them.

"Tono, I - I'm so sorry, for everything. For - for making you unhappy, and messing everything up, and..."

He trailed off, biting his lip, trying to keep any tears from escaping his eyes. He didn't move, remained where he was with clenched fists because he was unsure. It couldn't be too late, he didn't want to believe it, but part of him was still petrified, afraid that even in the end, because of what he had done, it would end in sorrow and he would be alone. Alone and outcast, lost in a nightmare...

Hisashi took one step forward, toward Jiro, then another. And then distance ceased to matter, so did time, and the vision of Jiro's nightmare fled as Hisashi's arms wrapped around him.

"Ai shitteru, Jiro..."

Jiro pressed his face against Hisashi's collarbone, inhaling deeply the scent that was Hisashi, that was comfort and familiarity, love. It felt like a lifetime since he had last heard Hisashi say that, say those words without regret or pain trapped inside them.

"I'm sorry," Jiro whispered again.

"Stop apologizing," Hisashi chided in response.

"I love you, Tono..." Jiro pulled away so that he could look at Hisashi, see the shimmer in dark eyes that the fluorescent lights illuminated. "I love you, and that's all that matters now..." He cupped Hisashi's face, pulled him forward for a kiss.

< I'm sorry I took this for granted... >

The kiss was short - after all, they weren't alone, they were standing in the middle of the studio - but it was sweet, satisfying, it told Jiro that everything could still be alright.

< ...I won't let that happen again, I promise. >

He breathed a sigh of happiness against Hisashi's lips as the kiss broke and he drew away.

< Even after everything... You won't leave me... >

Jiro was going to speak when the distinct noise of a door closing struck his ears. He blinked, finally glanced around. It was then he realized Teru was gone.

"Teru..." Hisashi murmured at the same time Jiro thought of him and winced. He let his hands drop from Hisashi's face, turned back to the guitarist.

"I guess... I need to go talk to him."

"Do you want me to go with you? Or maybe I can just talk to him..."

Jiro shook his head decisively. "No, I'll - I'll just go." The worried nausea of the past few days struck him again. Taking a deep breath, he was about to walk to the door when he suddenly paused, turning to face Takuro.

Their leader had the wires he had been dealing with all but forgotten in his hand; his guitar was completely forgotten on the floor next to him.

Jiro opened his mouth, even though he didn't know what to say.

"Go talk to Teru first, Jiro," Takuro told him quickly, quietly, nodding at the door and even offering an encouraging smile.

Jiro sighed with relief. "Doumo, Takkun..." he said, a small smile curving his own lips. Then Jiro glanced a last time as Hisashi, and the other man nodded, his dark eyes finally without their painful, black coldness. There was still some hesitancy there, leftover from the past few days, and Jiro knew everything wasn't okay yet. He still needed to earn Hisashi's trust back, prove himself in whatever way he could. But the eyes that regarded him were now open, warm, and
it was more than he could ask for, more than he believed he deserved.

Nothing left in the way, Jiro turned and strode to the door.

*

The wind was a bit too chill, and as he opened the door and it hit him a shiver passed through his frame. This door led directly outside, to the alley behind this part of the studio, and he knew it was where Hisashi and Teru sometimes
took a break to smoke.

The only noise was a remote hum from the streets that, although not very far away, felt more distant, their noise somehow dampened. He knew that Teru heard the door open.

The vocalist was sitting on the steps, facing the blankness of the alley. There was a cigarette in his fingers, but it was unlit.

Jiro let the door close behind him, but didn't say anything, halting apprehensively. He wasn't sure how to approach the situation...

Teru's voice drifted into the stillness. "If you're just gonna stand there, Takuro, you might as well not have come out."

Jiro bit his lip. "It's - not Takuro..." he said softly.

"Oh..." A long pause. Then: "Gomen ne, Jiro," he finally said, throwing a glance over his shoulder as he spoke. His face was unreadable, and Jiro shifted uncomfortably.

"Ne... Can I sit down?" Jiro asked.

"Aa..." Teru turned back around, and Jiro watched him as he moved to sit down. The other man continued to absently finger the cigarette, and he remained silent.

Jiro, moving gingerly because both the silence of the alley and the situation made him uncomfortable, settled onto the step next to Teru.

He saw the other man flicker a glance at him from the corner of his eye, but Teru did not initiate conversation. After a drawn out, uncomfortable silence, Jiro finally said: "Listen, Tekko, I - I really am sorry about - about all of this."

Teru turned to look at him, meet his wide eyes, and he gave Jiro a soft smile. But there was a sad cast to it and he said, voice quiet: "So... you and Hisa, huh?"

Jiro had to let his gaze drift away. "Hai... Me and Hisashi. Can I - anou... Kind of explain...?"

"Go ahead..." It was only then that Teru finally got out his lighter and lit up.

Jiro, clasping his hands in his lap in a gesture of nervousness, stared at the brick wall across from them and began. "See... We've been together for six months, like I said, and we've been fighting a lot recently, because - because
he wanted to tell you guys about us, but I didn't. So yesterday morning, we had a really big fight...

"Normally, after practice or whatever, we'd spend time together, since it was a secret and all. But yesterday I went out with you, because of the fight. And then - and then when you kissed me, I was still really mad at Hisashi... And...
and I kind of liked it." He blushed hotly. "So.. because of all that, I guess I just wasn't really thinking. Not like I should have been... I was only paying attention to the moment...

"That night, after I left the bar, I didn't know what to do for the longest time, but I finally went to see Hisashi, because - well, you know... I couldn't let him think I was cheating on him and stuff. So I did a lot of thinking, and figured things out, realized that it was all my fault and now... Well, you were there in the studio, you know the rest."

Part of him wished he had been watching Teru as he spoke, so he would be able to gauge his reaction, see the effect of his words on the other man. But part of him was glad he faced the wall, that at least his flush, if not his faltering words, were somewhat hidden from the vocalist.

He let his own silence last for a while, and then continued, twisting his hands in his lap, because Teru didn't seem inclined to comment. "So really... Yesterday was just a really bad time for - for *that* to happen... Because - because I didn't mean to make you think anything, and God, Teru, I'm so sorry..."

Teru released a long sigh, and Jiro finally made himself turn to face him, expression imploring.

"It's okay, Jiro," Teru said softly, casting a glance at him.

Jiro caught his eyes and held them. "No, it's not!" he insisted. "Because - because this is all my fault. Not only did I hurt Tono but I hurt *you*... I was being selfish and stupid and wouldn't let our relationship out in the open, and if I just hadn't been like that, none of this mess would have happened, and..."

"Shh," Teru cut in, hushing Jiro's upset rambling. The bassist bit his lip as Teru finally turned to look fully at him, his fringe of bangs falling forward to half-cover one eye. "Jiro... We're human, we all make mistakes. Don't blame yourself so much..."

< But it really is all my fault... Everything... I didn't mean to hurt anyone... >

He breathed a soft sigh, looked away from Teru's compassionate, but still wistful, gaze. "Ne, Teru," he said softly. "Why - why did you kiss me?" Again, a soft blush stained his cheeks. He forced himself to turn his eyes back to Teru, but the other man was looking away again. Jiro watched as Teru flickedhis cigarette away.

"I - I wouldn't have done that if I knew about you and Hisashi, Jiro," he said quietly, evasively. "I guess - I just thought it might work, 'cause you really are a great person and all, I meant the things I said... But I don't want you to worry about it, or be upset, or anything," he said emphatically, gaze dancing to Jiro. "You're with Hisashi, and that's that. It was just a silly crush, you know?" He even smiled at Jiro, then, accompanying his words with a small curving of his lips.

Jiro bit his lip, uncertain, wondering if he should be convinced or not. "Tekko... Are you sure? Because -because I don't want to hurt you more than I already have..."

"Baka," Teru chided softly. "Trust me, I'm fine. Ne?"

Jiro finally nodded, relief stirring within him. Impulsively, he reached out and embraced Teru, and after a moment of hesitation, the other man returned the hug gently.

"You're really happy with Hisashi, aren't you, Jiro?" Teru asked quietly, voice near Jiro's ear.

Jiro closed his eyes. "Yeah... It's been tough between us - we really do fight a lot, regardless - but... I'm happy..."

"Congratulations." Teru pulled away then, sitting back, and there was a genuine smile on his face, although Jiro noticed it did not reflect nearly so brightly in his eyes. But his words sounded so sincere...

"I'm happy for you two... I wish you hadn't kept it from us, though."

"Aa..." Jiro looked away guiltily. "I guess... I was just afraid. Of a lot of things."

"Well, you don't have to worry about it anymore," he said before Jiro could begin apologizing again. He rose to a stand, and Jiro followed suit more slowly. "Let's go inside now... We've been out here long enough, it's starting to get cold."

Teru's comment made Jiro realize he had attained an erratic, small shiver from the chill. He smiled and nodded, and then turned and followed Teru inside.

*

As they walked back inside, leaving the chill air and damp noise behind them, two pairs of eyes fixed to rivet on them. Hisashi was sitting on the couch against the wall, and Takuro, his wires left where he had been previously, was now standing near the middle of the room, about ten feet from Hisashi. Despite their distance, however, Jiro got the impression that a conversation had broken off when he and Teru entered.

Jiro smiled shyly at Hisashi and the slender guitarist rose from his seat. He waited as Jiro approached him, standing there patiently. Jiro saw his eyes flicker from Jiro to Teru and back, however, apparently watching as Teru walked
toward Takuro even as his eyes also followed Jiro.

When the blonde bassist reached him he pressed a quick kiss to Hisashi's lips, grabbing his hand. Hisashi interlaced their fingers.

"He seems okay," Jiro said softly. "We talked... I explained stuff, and apologized..."

"Good," Hisashi murmured. Both he and Jiro saw Teru say something quietly to the taller man. Takuro said nothing in response, merely looked back at him. Then both of them turned to Hisashi and Jiro, to the pair standing side by side, together.

Jiro nudged Hisashi, and the guitarist turned slightly, quirking an eyebrow at him. Jiro frowned slightly back.

< C'mon, Tono, I just had to go and talk to Teru, and before that I had to stand in the middle of the room and confront him.... Surely you'll start off talking to them...? >

Hisashi seemed to read his thoughts through his eyes. He sighed, then turned back to the others. He cleared his throat.

"Anou..." His tone was steady, but his voice was hesitant. "Obviously things are out in the open, now," he observed, a barely-noticeable dryness in his voice, "but I think we still need to explain a bit.

"Ideally, this is not the way me and Jiro were going to tell you about our relationship... We never meant to complicate things." Jiro, eyes flickering back and forth between his lover and Takuro and Teru, saw Hisashi shoot an almost apologetic glance at Teru. He didn't turn quickly enough to see if the vocalist acknowledged it or not.

Hisashi continued. "But this is the way it happened, and - well, now you know, and there's not really anything else we can say. It's been six months for us, now."

Their leader breathed a sigh as Hisashi's voice died off. Jiro focused wide eyes on Takuro. "I wish you would've said something sooner," he acknowledged. There was not anger or blame in his voice, it was merely a statement.

Jiro flushed in spite of himself, and he stepped in to speak, feeling obligated to do so. "That - that's really my fault. I.... I'm the one who didn't want to tell the band. I mean, at first, neither of us did, 'cause we didn't really know what was going on, you know? But then - but then I wouldn't let Hisashi say anything. I'm really sorry...."

He was surprised when Teru was the first to respond, speaking almost immediately into Jiro's silence. "Ne, Jiro, I told you... Stop blaming yourself," he said softly. He smiled gently at the bassist.

"Yeah, it's alright, Jiro," Takuro added. "I'm just glad that we all know, now."

Jiro bit his lip. "So... you guys are alright with it? I mean.... 'cause we're both boys and stuff..."

He knew after he spoke that his words were rather without tact - he had spoken to both men, but it was obvious Teru wouldn't have a problem with homosexuality - but Teru simply did not respond. His glance, however, slid away.

And Takuro only rolled his eyes and said, "baka... We're your friends. It doesn't matter." Then he offered a smile.

Jiro, feeling a blush try to creep onto his cheeks again, turned and buried his face against the side of Hisashi's shoulder. The guitarist, after a surprised moment, gave a low chuckle, disengaging their hands so that he could reach up and pat Jiro's head, then ruffle his hair.

The bassist squawked in protest, straightening to glare accusingly at Hisashi. But the other man merely ignored him, not even looking Jiro's direction. His hand, however, quickly crept around Jiro's once more, squeezing lightly.

Looking back at the others, he saw Teru just leaning away from Takuro. The taller man glanced at him. Teru must have said something, because in the next moment Takuro nodded.

"Well, since I'm clearly having problems with my guitar and everyone probably won't have their minds fully on practice, why don't we call it off for today?"

Jiro blinked in surprise. "Really, Takkun?" he exclaimed, excited.

Takuro laughed. "Yeah, really... But don't get used to it. Besides, Teru said he's not feeling well anyway."

Jiro's excitement was dampened. "Aww, Tekko, really? Are you sick?"

Teru shook his head. "Nah.... I've just been having some headaches lately." The smile he gave appeared somewhat forced, and Jiro frowned.

< Hope those headaches aren't very bad... >

"Well, okay... Just be sure not to push yourself, ne?" Jiro said, smiling sweetly.

Teru only murmured "hai" in response before turning around and digging into his pocket. As far as Jiro was concerned, it was either for medicine or a cigarette.

Hisashi distracted him from further thought by leaning over and asking softly, "want to go out to breakfast?" Jiro was not so much distracted by his words as by the way his warm breath brushed his cheek.

"Aa," he agreed immediately.

"Alright. You can drive... I'll meet you outside in a minute, ne?" He nodded toward the door.

Acquiescing, Jiro made his way toward the door that led to the parking lot, feeling himself to be in something of a trance. They had told the band - not willingly, he had to acknowledge, but it had been done still - and Teru and Takuro were okay with it, they accepted them. All Hisashi ever wanted was to be more open about their relationship - at least when it came to Glay - and Jiro had finally given that to him.

< We can be happy again.... We don't have to fight anymore. We can be happy, and maybe never forget about this, but - but we can move beyond it... >

< I'll make him trust me again. I will... >

Reaching the door, he paused to turn around, a farewell to the others on his lips. But he paused as he saw Hisashi talking to Takuro. Somewhat perplexed, he decided to wait where he was and watch. Hisashi spoke a few moments longer with
Takuro, and then finally he smiled, and the other man smiled back.

Then Hisashi turned to leave, and when he saw Jiro standing there he offered a small wave. He let his hand drop, though, when Teru approached, seeming to ghost up. Jiro had not noticed him until he was right next to Hisashi, touching his arm.

Brown eyes deep and intent, he watched as Teru said something quietly to Hisashi. Hisashi answered, and then a few more words were exchanged. He couldn't read the emotion on either man's face, but he was almost positive he didn't see any traces of anger, coldness, or hurt, and he was thankful.

At one point Hisashi's eyes flicked briefly to Jiro before returning to Teru, and then he nodded slightly at the vocalist. Not saying anything in return to that, only finally smiling, Teru nodded back and then walked away. Hisashi
paused where he was for a moment, eyes trailing after Teru, and then he seemed to break out of his reverie.

He strode over to where Jiro was waiting by the door. Jiro led them outside, holding the door as Hisashi followed. When it closed behind them he asked curiously: "what was that all about?"

Hisashi cast him a sideways glance. "What?"

"Well, I guess you just wanted to thank Takuro or whatever, right?"

A nod.

"But - what about Teru? What did he say?"

Hisashi let his eyes drift forward again, shrugging slightly. "Not much. He just wanted to say congratulations, that he was happy for us."

Jiro frowned slightly, absently grabbing Hisashi's hand, while with his other hand he fished his keys out of his pocket. "That's all?"

"Aa..."

He sighed in response, shrugging in acquiescence.

They reached Jiro's car, got in. The parking lot was a gray expanse around them, and the sky was obscured thickly by clouds, but Jiro ignored the lack of color, he ignored the sky that might have seemed joyless. Instead he merely sought contentment in the soft, pure colors, in himself, in Hisashi.

When it began to rain he only turned on the engine, began to drive. Even rain didn't matter, the tears of the sky couldn't draw blood.

Because they would be okay now. He and Hisashi would finally be happy.

*

"Do you really have a headache?"

An almost-bitter laugh.

"Only since I found out about Hisashi and Jiro..."

He felt nauseous.

Takuro's eyes were piercing, he could feel them on his back. But he didn't turn around, away from the window.

"I'm sorry that had to happen, Teru..."

He had told Takuro about Jiro, that he was finally going to try and make something happen. In response to Takuro's quiet sympathy he merely threw a sardonic twist of a smile over his shoulder.

"Me too."

A long pause. Then: "I'll be here if you need to talk, ne?"

"Aa..." He turned back to the window. He watched as rain began to fall. Tears of the sky. "Don't worry about me, Takkun. It was just a crush."

< I suppose I shouldn't have hoped for much... >

After all, he knew that happily ever after didn't exist.

*** Owari ***

Author's Final Notes: Well, I was tempted to write 'owari' with a question mark here....

I said in the author's notes of this part that I'm only semi-satisfied with this ending. I say that because... I dunno, it seemed to get mushy. So I would be even more unhappy with it except for that very last part, after Jiro's blissfully happy thoughts about him and Hisashi.

Yes, I'm somewhat morbid... But I can't help it. Happy endings just... Don't settle right with me. However, in a typical one-shot, I really don't mind a happy ending. This, however, is not one of my typical one-shots...

I was told there was potential for a series out of this: don't worry, I saw the potential as well. That's why I really couldn't see it ending too happy-go-lucky, 'cause I already think of it as part of a series. Due to current circumstances, however, I can't think about another series yet. But, if you'll notice, there were some loose ends that can lead me into a continuation of this if I should so choose. And - well, if you didn't notice, then you're either dense or I need to work on being less subtle. X_x

Also, I wrote this with a bit of a traditional role reverse - Jiro was the one being the bastard, Hisa was being hurt, and although it doesn't technically matter, there were small pointers that had Jiro in the role of the seme, as opposed to the uke (he was the one wrapped around/against Hisa while Hisa was small, fragile, and sleeping; he opened the door for Hisashi). If I do write a series, however, those roles are bound to change, somehow... It's simply adifficult thing for me to see Jiro as the seme.

Overall, I am pleased with this, but I bet I'll be more pleased with it if it becomes a series. ^_~ Until that happens, however - if it does - I hope you have enjoyed it as is. Thank you so much for reading!! ^o^

~ NightMajik

Your Humble Writer and Avid HisaXJiro Supporter

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