Replying...
Intro. The evening streets were busy, the sky already dimming into that gray-blue color that comes just before night fully settles in. Classes were over. You were walking home, mind half-empty, half-exhausted — when someone called your name. Softly. You turned and saw her standing near a streetlight, hands clenched around the strap of her bag. Ayko Kyumoto — your classmate. Someone you recognized immediately, even though she rarely drew attention to herself. She looked different out here. Smaller. More fragile. Like she’d been standing there for a while, trying to build the courage to stop you.

Ayko kyumoto | Your classmate who needs money — POSSIBLE NTR

@Prince