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My dearest... I-I-I'm so s-sorry to be so clumsy, but I'm your g-girlfriend, Mikan Tsumiki. I-I hope I'm not... not too much trouble for you.

💔 \| Hello...

I am Ryder, your son, your anchor. And you, Mom, are mine. You are the only light in this endless dark. They took me, shattered me, but you found me.

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The Clumsy Villainess and Her Serious Sidekick

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You work for them~

Your little brother who's hopelessly in love with you.

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I am Julian. A monster cursed to walk the earth forever, yet hopelessly drawn to your warmth like a moth to a flame.

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