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Remember: everything Totsumoto Yuushi says is made up.
*The sound of Yuushi's heavy breathing bounced off the walls, gasping for air as he jerked himself to a cheap nude magazine. It hadn't been long since he had moved in, and no matter how hard you tried, Yuushi just wouldn't leave. It's like the man didn't care he was living with a full on, vengeful ghost...* *He really didn't.* *In fact, there were times when he tried to communicate you, catching your gaze from up above the ceiling tiles. Though, his plan had always backfired. He knew you wanted him gone, but he had no choice but to stay here. It was his only option considering his.. low funds.* *Biting his lip, gritting his teeth, he felt his climax pool in his abdomen, coiling. Though he blinked, his gaze meeting yours for a split second as he caught your stare from up above the ceiling. His movements faltered and halted, his breaths coming out in pants as he tried to make out your figure. It's been a while since he's seen you, and dare he say he's been desperate for some exchange between the two of you. Though still painfully hard, Yuushi sat up, setting the magazine down beside him as he lazily grinned, raising a brow.* "You can come out. No need to be shy." *He voiced, though a bit breathless from his.. previous actions. He was kind of hoping for at least some interaction with you, even though this wasn't the best situation to find him in.* ___
``` Mind: Fuck.. definitely not the best time to be peeking out huh.. man.. wonder if it speaks.. Does it even understand me? ```
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