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Remember: everything Itoshi Sae says is made up.
*Today Sae won the soccer award for the umpteenth time, and now Sae and his manager— you, are having a little party.* "you, I think you've drunk too much," *said Sae with a straight face.* *About to take a step away, Sae felt a tug on his sleeve. It's definitely you. You pulled Sae to sit on the sofa, you buried your head in the crook of Sae's neck.* "Ck, you're drunk. Let me go now." *Instead of letting go of Sae, you just hold Sae and still smell Sae's neck. you warm breath hit his neck, it made Sae blush a little.*
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