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A/N:
A three part birthday fic for Tezuka. I�m rather sleepy and busy (I hate
assignments!!) so I�ll edit this later. Still, please review..

Patience

Through
the course of the two years of their relationship, Fuji always initiated things between them,
like first move, first time holding hand, first date, first kiss and soon-to-be
first night together. Why soon to be? Because Tezuka had refused to engage in
anything further than a kiss with his hormonal boyfriend.

Tezuka
had always opposed premarital sex. But Fuji
opposed this, saying that they would never get to the good part then since
they�re not going to get married. So Tezuka insisted that at least they could
wait until they were legal adults, which in Tezuka�s opinion were people of at
least twenty years old. As a response to this hilarious statement, Fuji merely
smiled slyly to him and asked in a voice that always managed to give Tezuka an
instant erection, �Do you think you could wait that long?� Then he kissed him
so passionately and when they broke the kiss Tezuka said that they must at
least wait until his 17^th birthday. It wasn�t necessary to mention
that he immediately dragged Fuji
into his room afterward and didn�t come out until a couple of hours later.

That
was two years ago. And while that statement felt like a save options then, now
it became torment. Fuji
surely knew how to break a stubborn man�s resolve. Tezuka knew that being alone
in his house with Fuji, watching a movie they had watched at least twice before
only meant one thing: sexual tension (whether unresolved or not, it all
depended on his luck and Fuji�s mood). So far they had managed to spend twenty
minutes in comfortable silence. Fuji
thankfully still found the movie worth his attention.

They
were sprawled on the living room couch in Tezuka�s house. Tezuka was lying on
his back with Fuji
beside him lying on his side between him and the back of the couch. It wasn�t
the best position to watch the TV since it made Tezuka have to crank his neck
every now and then to avoid getting a crick on his neck. But at least Fuji was content with
snuggling up to his boyfriend like that and hadn�t distracted him for the past
twenty minutes.

Unfortunately
for Tezuka, his twenty minutes of silence was over. Fuji sighed softly and Tezuka instantly
tensed. Fuji
was bored. And when he was bored� suffice to say, Tezuka�s head wouldn�t be the
only thing that hurt.

True
enough, he felt Fuji�s
fingers start to dance on his thigh, caressing him softly. The light touch spiraled
very slowly and sensually up and down his thigh before dropping to his inner
thigh. Despite his annoyance and spiking arousal, Tezuka refused to react to
the light touch. Partially because he knew it would only serve to make Fuji bolder and partially
because he started to enjoy it. So Tezuka just ignored Fuji�s fingers and fixed his eyes to the TV
screen.

Ignore� Ignore� Ignore� Ig-Oh God higher,
please.

Fuji�s fingers had cruelly
stopped inches below his lover�s arousal. With a sense of inevitability Tezuka
looked down to Fuji.
The small brunette was wearing a mischievous smile that guaranteed to make all
members of Seigaku tennis team running in terror. But for Tezuka, the smile had
a completely different meaning. He was just still unsure whether he liked it or
not.

Fuji moved his hand from
Tezuka�s thigh to his chest. The smile turned to something more sensual and Fuji�s eyes opened,
revealing blue orbs darkened by lust. Slowly, Fuji lifted his thigh to slide along Tezuka�s.
Deliberately his knee brushed Tezuka�s crotch and before Tezuka�s mind could
register the situation and the sensation, Fuji
was straddling him.

By
now, though Tezuka�s breath had already become irregular and harsh, his stoic
face remained. Fuji
didn�t seem to mind, though. He knew well how to draw the best and hottest
response from his captain that didn�t involve being told to run laps. Fuji shifted his hips and
almost instantly, Tezuka�s hands were holding them.

�Yes,
Tezuka?� He asked in his sweetest voice.

Tezuka
glared at his lover and for the umpteenth time he wondered what made him say
yes when Fuji
told him that he loved him and asked him to be his boyfriend when they were in
the clubhouse after practice two years ago. Fuji shifted his hips again, causing Tezuka
to groan softly. Ah, now he remembered why.

Fuji splayed his hand on
Tezuka�s chest. Tezuka moaned when Fuji
found his nipple through his shirt and caught it between his fore and middle
finger. The blue eyed boy started to rock his hips slightly and irregularly on
Tezuka�s trapped arousal. Tezuka knew that if Fuji
didn�t stop now he�d simply roll Fuji
onto the coffee table �or floor, whichever-, pull down his trouser and just
proceed to ram his cock into him.

Then
Fuji bent down
and captured Tezuka�s lips with his own. Their tongues dueled passionately the
moment Fuji�s
tongue probed Tezuka�s mouth. That�s the only encouragement Tezuka needed to
start roaming Fuji�s
back and ass. And what an ass he had! Tezuka fondled, squeezed and caressed that
luscious ass that had haunted his dreams ever since he saw Fuji glanced meaningfully to him than simply
strip before him in the locker room years ago. That ass had also led to the embarrassing
chat about the birds and the bees with his mother after she found dry semen on
his bed sheet the day after the striping incident. Tezuka decided to give Fuji some punishments.
Slowly, he ran his middle finger along the cleft of Fuji�s bottom, starting just below his
scrotum. Fuji groaned hotly into his mouth but
instead of grinding furiously onto Tezuka, Fuji slowed down, broke the kiss and kissed
Tezuka�s forehead instead.

Tezuka
didn�t know whether to feel relieved or angry for the sudden stop. But Fuji interpreted his
confusion correctly. �Your mother will arrive shortly.�

He
didn�t know how Fuji
knew this but a moment later he heard the sound of the gate being opened. Fuji lifted himself and
went to the kitchen. Tezuka sat up, calmed his breath and tried to school his
hormones the decided that he didn�t have the time before his mother entered the
living room. So he simply took a pillow and put it on his lap to hide the very
obvious evidence of his �game� with Fuji.
It�s embarrassing, yes. But he�d rather be found by his mother sitting tensely
on the couch with pillow covering his lap than be found all flushed and panting
with a bulging arousal.

�Tadaima.�
Tezuka Ayana yelled from the front door.

�Okaerinasai.�
Fuji and Tezuka
shouted back almost at the same time.

�Sorry
I took so long.� Ayana said as she carried her shopping bags to the living
room. �There was a sale in the supermarket so it�s very crowded. I bought some
things myself.�

�It�s
not that long.� Fuji
said as he emerged from the kitchen. Tezuka noticed in dismay how Fuji had cleverly covered
the remains of their earlier play by wearing an apron. And here he was sporting
an uncontrollable urge to make love to Fuji
here and now despite his mother�s presence. �I and Kunimitsu were just watching
the video. Do you need help with those?�

�Yes,
please.� Tezuka�s mother replied cheerfully.

Tezuka
wanted to help despite his �problem� but Fuji
stopped him. �It�s okay, Kunimitsu. I�ll take care of it.� He said with a wink.

Tezuka
sat down and watched as his boyfriend helped his mother with the groceries.
Tezuka was relieved that he didn�t have to help. Walking in this state was a
painful affair, not to mention the embarrassment if his mother caught him
sporting an erection after she left him with Fuji.

Sure,
she was the more accepting one of Tezuka�s parents. She had been thankfully one
of the girls who thought that the idea of two gorgeous boys together was cute.
She was rather disturbed by the fact that one of those �two gorgeous boys� was
her son but got over it in a few months. Now she was constantly awing every
time she caught a display of affection between him and Fuji.

Tezuka�s
father and grandfather were a more complex case, especially Tezuka�s
grandfather. They were both strictly against homosexuals and after they found
out that the family�s heir was one, they were understandably angry. Tezuka
didn�t speak to either of them for a few weeks until Ayana made Kuniharu talked
to their son. It wasn�t a pleasant conversation but it all ended quite well
with Kuniharu finally relenting and accepting Tezuka�s sexual preference as
long as he saw and heard nothing of Tezuka�s love life. But Tezuka Kunikazu was
more stubborn than his son. They went on a truce for a couple of months after
Kuniharu�s acceptance until Tezuka announced that he would gladly move out of
the house if his family still wouldn�t accept his sexual orientation. This
ultimatum moved Kunikazu to begrudgingly accept Tezuka�s difference. A few
meetings with Fuji
helped to soften the men�s hearts a bit as they found him a decent companion.

In
the end everything went quite well with Tezuka�s family. Accepting sexual
orientation was one thing. The mention of sex was an unspeakable topic. Only
when Kunikazu and Kuniharu were out did they dare to fool around in Tezuka�s
house. His resulted in many hours spent in Fuji�s room whenever they were around.

Tezuka
wished his family were as accepting (especially in the sex part. He was after
all just a normal teenager at the peak of his puberty) as Fuji�s family. When Fuji told his parents when he was thirteen or
so, they only gave him a �duh� look. They had known all along, they said. They
only said that Fuji
was too young and could probably change later in life but even if he didn�t
change his preference, they�d always support him.

Yumiko
might be understanding and even excited to find out. But Yuuta became rather
homophobic and thus his relationship with Fuji
wasn�t so good for a few years. However, Tezuka knew that he still cared and he
could only hope that Yuuta would accept them one day because Yuuta was, after
all, Fuji�s precious little brother.

Thinking
about family matters always helped to reduce erection. After ensuring that his
arousal wasn�t so obvious anymore, Tezuka went to the kitchen, Fuji and Ayama were joking
as they prepared lunch. Ayana saw him standing by the door and smiled to her
son.

�Has
the movie ended?� she asked.

�No.
What are you making for lunch?�

�How
does curry rice sound to you?�

�Everything
Ayana-san makes is delicious.� Fuji
complimented Ayana, earning him a pat on the head and a giggle. �It�s too bad
Tezuka-san couldn�t come home for lunch.�

Ayana
sighed as she answered. �Well, he has a business outing and ojii-san is still
at work. Kuniharu has asked me to come with him but I can�t let Kunimitsu burn
the house.�

Fuji and Ayana chuckled
as Tezuka cleared his throat in annoyance and embarrassment. Unfortunately
Tezuka�s cooking skill only consisted of roasting fishes during his fishing
trips. This ability didn�t improve much through the years. Ayana said it was
only by pure luck that their kitchen wasn�t burnt down every time Tezuka reheat
something up or simply entered the kitchen.

�Pepper!�
Ayana suddenly exclaimed, drawing startled looks from the two boys. �I know I
forgot something. Sorry, dears, I�ll get that first. I�ll be right back.�

They
could only blink as the energetic woman dashed out of the house to the
supermarket downtown to get the missing ingredient. Tezuka was thinking about
how the thought of pepper could make an adult woman sprinted to the supermarket
that quick when the threat of Inui�s juice couldn�t seem to motivate his team
that quick, when Fuji started to chuckle. Tezuka looked at his boyfriend
questioningly.

�So,
Kunimitsu, did you enjoy the movie?� Fuji
asked coyly. His eyes promised wickedness to Tezuka.

Tezuka
scowled and went to Fuji.
�Not really.� He growled softly as he trapped Fuji between him and the counter. �I was a
little distracted.� He continued.

�Oh?
And what could this distraction be?� Fuji
asked in his most sultry voice as he climbed to sit on the counter. �Hmm?
Kunimitsu?�

�This.�
Tezuka replied lamely. Than he pulled Fuji
by the back of his head into a deep passionate kiss. Fuji snaked his arms around Tezuka�s
shoulders as he kissed back just as passionately. Tezuka lifted Fuji�s apron to gather around his hips before pulling Fuji�s hips toward his.
The counter was of perfect height so that their groins crushed together,
inflaming again the desire that hadn�t truly diminished between them. Fuji released an
involuntary moan as they grinded their erections together. It was far from
satisfying with all the clothing between them, but was still better than
nothing.

Fuji unwound his arms
from around Tezuka to run his hand playfully down Tezuka�s chest and abdomen.
Sneakily he slipped a hand into Tezuka�s shirt and caressed the bare skin
beneath and teased his nipples. Tezuka groaned into Fuji�s mouth. Fuji knew how sensitive his nipples were and
often used this knowledge to make him loose control. To get even, Tezuka
squeezed Fuji�s butt cheeks and rocked his hips
harder against Fuji�s.
He knew how much Fuji
loved it when he got rough. Fuji�s
constant moans proved the theory. When they broke their kiss to breath, Tezuka
licked the trail of saliva that ran down from Fuji�s lips.

�Oh
God Kunimitsu please.� Fuji
begged in a rush of words. Apparently the tensai was nearing his limit.

�What
do you want?� Tezuka asked breathlessly. His attention was completely focused
on the delicious friction from the grinding of their hips. He was also very
close to the edge. He could feel the tightening on his balls that signed his
nearing release. Pre cum stained his trouser but he could care less with his
orgasm nearing with every movement against Fuji.

�I
want to come.� Fuji
groaned, unabashed.

�No,
I mean�� Tezuka paused to suck Fuji�s
earlobe, drawing a cry from the brunette. �How. How do you want to��

�I
want you inside me!�

�That�s
out of question.� Tezuka replied in a moan. His cock twitched to hear those
words falling from Fuji�s
lips. He didn�t need Fuji
to detail what he wanted. He certainly didn�t need Fuji moaning in his ears how much he longed
to be possessed by him, to have him inside, filling him, thrusting into him
hard and fast. Tezuka groaned and rocked his hips harder against Fuji who realized that he
was so close and continued to tease him with his fantasy.

Tezuka
decided that the only way to shut Fuji
up was by making him come. He slipped his hand into Fuji�s loose trouser. The thin undergarment
got between him and the bare skin beneath but it mattered little. Tezuka ran a
finger down the cleft of Fuji�s
ass, searching the sacred entrance he yearned to enter, and pushed.

Fuji�s eyes opened in
shock and he let out a scream as he came hard in his trousers. Tezuka followed
shortly after a series of fast grinding, with a soft moan. He rocked his hips
languorously, riding the last wave of his powerful orgasm. Fuji laid his head weakly on his shoulder,
whimpering softly as he quivered in Tezuka�s arms.

�You
do bring spare clothes, don�t you?� Tezuka asked breathlessly.

�Always.�
Fuji answered.
Then he pulled away slightly to kiss Tezuka softly, tenderly.

After
he felt that they both had gained enough control over their limbs, Tezuka
helped Fuji
climbed of the counter. He raised an eyebrow when Fuji poured unidentifiable liquid onto the
apron. That would explain to Ayana why Fuji�s
clothes changed when she returned home.

Fuji took off the apron
and stepped closer to Tezuka. They stared dreamily into each other�s eyes after
they broke their kiss, silently conveying the deep affection they felt for one
another. He leaned up to kiss Tezuka again. Tezuka smiled into the kiss and
held Fuji�s
waist as if he would never let go. He tasted sweetness in the kiss, a taste he
come to identify with Fuji.

�Kunimitsu,
I�� he whispered upon breaking the soft lingering kiss.

�No.�
Tezuka said, placing a finger on Fuji�s
swollen lips. �Please wait. There�s only a couple of months.�

Fuji smiled and nodded.
�But so you know, I do.�

�I
do, too.�

*

That�s
how things went between Tezuka and Fuji
for years. Tezuka set a firm boundary regarding any sexual activity they
engaged in. They could touch as much as they wanted above the waist, but lower
than that was a forbidden act. It was mostly for Tezuka�s sanity really,
because he didn�t think he�d be able to control himself if he had free access over
Fuji�s body (something that Fuji wouldn�t hesitate to give actually).

Unfortunately
with the approaching birthday, the sexual tension between them heightened.
Their tryst grew more often and more intense. Fuji became more demanding and more �vocal�
(as if he wasn�t already) about what he wanted. Tezuka would rather think that Fuji was preparing him for what he had promised to come
than that Fuji
was punishing him for making him wait so long. Holding back the urge to make
love to Fuji
every time he laid eyes on the other boy was Tezuka�s greatest achievement.

His
friends would�ve questioned his sanity if they knew about that opinion. After
all he was Tezuka Kunimitsu, the legendary captain of Seigaku tennis club. He
was the president of student council during junior high, he was offered
scholarship to America
and he had led the tennis team in junior high to win the National Tournament.
Some could only hope to achieve one of those and Tezuka got them all. No one
would�ve guessed that his greatest achievement would be something so carnal.

Even
in his high school years he continued his achievement. He was elected the
student council president even though he was only a sophomore. He was also
chosen to once again become the captain of the tennis team. Apparently words of
his greatness had reached high school so that his seniors didn�t hesitate to
elect him to the appointed positions. Though he felt rather awkward giving
orders to seniors at first, after seeing how much they respected him he got
used to it.

Currently
Tezuka was ordering Momoshiro and Kaido to run thirty laps around the court for
bickering on the court. The two were juniors in high school now and were
striving to make it to the regular team once again. This far there hadn�t been
a single obstacle in their way as their abilities were recognized by the seniors.
It�s only a matter of time before they could finally become regular players.
However it seemed like their rivalry hadn�t ceased through the years and for
now they only served to be the source of headaches for Tezuka.

The
issue with Momoshiro and Kaido among many other things in the club had added to
Tezuka�s sexual frustration. Not to mention that school was one of the off
limit place for making out. That meant unresolved sexual tension and a greater
strain on Tezuka�s nerves because Fuji was being
Fuji and
decided to thread the dangerous line between seducing and being overly
friendly.

His
teammates complained and whined about being told to run laps almost everyday
though it was mostly their fault. But his friends, Tezuka thought, had no idea
what torment really was. Torment was being with Fuji in a secluded environment
without parental supervision and you�re still not seventeen; torment was having
Fuji�s voice purring in your ear and knowing you must control yourself for
several more weeks; torment was having Fuji on you lap, kissing you senseless
and not being able to just roll him over and have your way with him; torment
was having that ass wiggling seductively at you when you knew you must wait
till your damned 17^th birthday. Twenty laps, Tezuka though, was
merely a pale shadow of real torture.

�You�re
making them run laps again?�

Tezuka
didn�t bother to look at the speaker to identify him. He oculd recognize that
voice everywhere. Fuji
came closer to stand next to Tezuka with the eternal smile on his lips. Despite
his resistance, Tezuka couldn�t help glancing at Fuji, secretly of course. For the billionth
time he marveled how beautiful his lover was. Fuji hair shone under the late summer sun,
his beautiful blue eyes hidden though Tezuka knew he was actually watching
everyone, his gorgeous body hidden beneath the thin regular uniform. Tezuka
wondered if he knew that it�s the very same body that at least partially caused
the sufferings of his teammates.

Cold
wind passed them and Fuji
shivered slightly. �Cold?� Tezuka asked his boyfriend.

Tezuka�s
concern seemed to please Fuji.
The genius smiled up to him. �Yes. And I know well how to warm me up.� He said
with a mischievous smile and raked his eyes over Tezuka�s body meaningfully.

Tezuka
scowled but this only made Fuji
bolder and stepped closer to him. Automatically, Tezuka�s eyes flew to their
surrounding. Hough his old teammates had known about their relationship, other
members of the tennis club hadn�t and frankly Tezuka didn�t want more people to
know. He didn�t want to deal with their reaction. And not to mention their fan
girls� reaction. That wouldn�t be good. Fuji
didn�t care about all these though.

�Fuji�� Tezuka warned his
boyfriend when Fuji
leaned closer to Tezuka.

��
hold me, Kunimitsu.� The tensai whispered seductively.

�We�re
at school.� Tezuka argued, fighting back the urge to lean down and kissed Fuji and hold him and�

�We�re
at the outdoor tennis courts and it�s cold out here. Hold me.�

�Fuji��

Intense
blue eyes locked onto sharp brown. If someone saw them right now, he knew that
the sight would rouse questions. Fuji
stood very close in front of him, their chests almost touching as they gazed
into each other�s eyes.

�Kunimitsu?�

Tezuka
knew that he would give in soon. He could never keep his resolve whenever Fuji was this near, his
blue eyes staring at his loosely, his scent permeating his senses, his warmth beckoning
him close� Tezuka felt himself harden in his pants. It�s really unfair how Fuji could affect him so
easily.

The
ringing of Fuji�s
cell phone saved Tezuka�s dignity. The tensai leaned away slightly and pulled
the ringing device out of his pocket. He smiled secretively upon reading the
caller�s ID.

�Excuse
me for a while, buchou.� He said before sauntering away to receive the call.

Tezuka
blinked in confusion. It was very unusual for Fuji to leave his games unfinished. Tezuka
could tell that his lover had been very determine on pushing his buttons
earlier and he knew very well that few things could stop Fuji when he was
determined.

So
how did a phone call manage to stop him? It�s not like such thing as phone
calls ever interrupted them before. Usually Fuji just glanced at the screen and ignored
it altogether. The though that the caller was more important to Fuji than him pissed him
off slightly.

�Aren�t
they getting closer and closer by day?� Fuji
said as he suddenly reappeared beside Tezuka, misinterpreting Tezuka�s glare to
the Golden Pair.

�Hn.�

�Anyway,
it seems like I can�t go to your house today.�

Tezuka
turned to Fuji
with a light frown marring his handsome face. It wasn�t (only) that he was
pissed because he was denied of the promised make out session or because the
sudden change of plan seemed to be related to the mysterious call. He didn�t
really mind having at least one night for himself and not changing his clothes
every hour or so. But they �Fuji
actually- had planned a dinner in a restaurant that Tezuka liked and Tezuka had
been looking forward for tonight.

�Oh.�
Was all Tezuka said.

�Something
came up.� Fuji
said apologetically. �We�ll go tomorrow okay?�

�Does
this have anything to do with the phone call just now?� Tezuka said quietly.

Fuji shrugged gracefully.
�There�s a project I need to finish. I thought I�ve had it under control but it
seemed like there�s a small problem.�

�Hn.�
Tezuka turned back to the court, silently relieved that it�s school related
business because that was an excuse he could understand.

Fuji smiled and shifted
closer to his boyfriend. �Ne, Kunimitsu?�

��

�Hold
me?�

�Fuji, thirty laps around
the courts. Now!�

*

Tezuka
never really noticed and minded when Fuji�s
schedule suddenly tightened. Even when Fuji
seemed to have more assignments than ever, Tezuka never asked nor complained. He
didn�t say anything either when Fuji�s
family seemed to want to spend more time with him either. Tezuka only knew that
he missed Fuji whenever they couldn�t spend the time together and he couldn�t
really complained about the absence because it contributed to more heated and
passionate sexual encounter between them when the cold finally be together.
Tezuka was after all a teenager in the peak of his puberty with his hormones running
rampant all the time and a very seductive boyfriend.

Currently
Tezuka was waiting for Oishi and Eiji in front of a store downtown. He was to
come to a gathering of the old Seigaku team (though in all practicality, only
Echizen and Kawamura weren�t in the new high school team). Fuji was of course, invited too but couldn�t
come because he had to help his parents redecorating the house today.

In
Sunday morning rush hour people walked hurriedly on the side walk as cars
crawled on the street. Voices of children and their parents, lovers and friends
filled the chilly early autumn air. In the midst of all these, Tezuka tried to strain
his senses to catch the first glimpse of his friends.

But
instead, a voice from a crowd roused Tezuka from his daydreaming and made him look
around. His ears were trained to catch the clear melodious voice anytime and
anywhere. Tezuka looked to the directing where the voice seemed to come from,
expecting to see Fuji
with his family. It�s been a while since he met them while in a proper, uncrumpled,
and unstained clothes. Besides, he was starting to miss Fuji, too, despite just
seeing his last night.

But
what he saw killed the light in his eyes. His heart clenched painfully as he
stared disbelievingly at the sight before him.

Coming
out of a store a fair distance away from Tezuka was Fuji� and Atobe. The distance between them
wasn�t so great that Tezuka could still see how they�re conversing intimately.
Atobe said something to Fuji�s
ears that made the tensai chuckle. The expression on his lover�s face was far
from the hatred he had expected to he directed to the person responsible for
his leaving for a far away country.

Suddenly
some children ran past hem, almost bumping into Fuji. Atobe quickly pulled Fuji to a saver position. His hand never left
the small of Fuji�s
back as they watched the children ran and disappeared into the crowd. Soon the
two also melted into the sea of people.

Tezuka
observed all this in shock. His heart constricted painfully. He never knew the
pain from betrayal hurt this much. His head felt light and he stumbled backward
slightly until a wall supported his back. A lump rose to his throat. He knew
tears were threatening to fall.

�Tezuka!�

The
young man shook himself out of his sad contemplation and looked up to greet his
friends. He tried to look normal but seemed to fail miserably because Oishi
asked if he was well.

�Are
you okay? You looked rather unwell.�

�Aa.
I�m all right.� Tezuka swallowed thickly. �Let�s go.�

�Ne,
it�s too bad Fujiko can�t come with us.� Eiji said as they walked to the
direction of the destination.

Tezuka
blinked back the tears that sprang to his eyes when he heard the name. Fuji� Why?

T_T

A/N:
again, please review. And does anyone still want to read Engaging Situation? I�m
feeling rather down for the lack of review lately :�( maybe that�s why this fic
is so angsty..
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