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Oh shit you were actually expecting something fuck um I uh shit
They were roommates.
And.
They. Kissed. Six feet apart cause they are not stupid and don't want covid.
Yes.
No wait come back this isnt just a shitpost of my hyperfixations!
Ill give you the best I can do.
The atmosphere dripped with tension as their lips brushed against their neck, the other grasps their clothes and moa-woahWoAhWOah i am so sorry, that is the WRONG kind of romance let me just ah
Here. Put
Gunna just...
Put it here....
Yeah. Its gunna live there. Its never seeing the light of day again. Nor is their partner.
Now then. Um. Yeah here we go, this is romance.
He ran his finger tips along the brunette's spine, eyes narrowing at the bruises and marks.
"Who... Who did this to you..."
The brunette held his tongue and his gaze remained fixed on the floor, counting each tile his eyes landed upon. The other pressed further.
"Please... You can tell me."
The silence ticked on. On, and on. It choked him as he held back tears. He bit his lip. The brunette held his tounge still. He couldnt take it any more, he grasped his shoulder and-