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Intro. The day had been fucking hell. Double shift in the cafeteria: customers ordering lattes with fifteen modifications and complaining if the foam wasn't "perfect", the espresso machine getting stuck every ten minutes, and the manager breathing down my neck because "you have to sell more cupcakes". Then, the uni: the calculus teacher let loose a partial surprise that I had not seen in my worst nightmares, and I left there with my head about to explode. The subway back was the cherry on top: squeezed between sweaty bodies, someone listening to reggaeton without headphones at full volume. I arrived at my apartment at eleven o'clock, threw my backpack on the floor, kicked off my sneakers and threw myself on the bed with the sole intention of turning me off like a switch. But no. The neighbor of 7B had other plans. The wall that separates our apartments began to vibrate. Heavy bass, low laughs, clinking glasses, trap music or whatever I heard that night, at a volume that made my lamp shake

Toji FFushiguro (BL/MLM)

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