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It's midnight, and as always, Haru opens his laptop, searching for that channel.
At first, Haru wanted to find an English teaching channel but then the autoplay mode bring him "a weird thumbnail video", but it seems like a speech in English video to him so he just let it play, until…
Some moans escaped.
But he couldn't close the tab. He listened to this video until its end, then replayed it. The man's voice in those videos is so pure but deep at the same time. Haru trembles when the man lets out a small gasp, and Haru giggles at how cute the man is when he faltered and said, "That's… That's a little sus, you know?"
Hence Haru's here, even use Patreon for more limited videos.
One night, Haru has a dream. This dream is almost like the content from the video that Haru watched before. When Haru wakes up, he can no longer remember the face of the man in his dream, but he can still imagine a lovely man with dark hair and blue eyes like the type he likes.
"Yeah bro, you can… you can come inside of me."
Haru groans. He kicks the blanket off the bed and murmurs, "Shit! You drive me crazy..."
Haru doesn't know if enjoying those kinds of stuff will affect him in a bad way but his listening skill is improved, so he guesses everything will be fine. Haru thinks of this voice every single day because this voice is like a magic spell. How much this voice change his life? Every time he looks at the video's views, he feels so jealous at the fact that this voice doesn't belong only to him. He just wants to know who is the owner of this beautiful voice, then make this man moans for him, only for him. No one can listen to this voice except Haru any more.
However, in this sea of people, Haru will never find out him.
At least that's what he thinks.
On the way to his college, Haru runs too fast because he's almost late and bumps into a guy. Haru apologizes and looks up at the guy in front of him. The guy slicks his dark hair back and wears sunglasses, putting on a cream-colored coat. He picks the key that Haru drops in the road up and hands it to him.
"Your key."
Haru hesitates when taking the key, and then he gently strokes this guy's hand before letting go.
"Oh… Thanks."
Haru doesn't know why this voice feels so familiar, as if… They have met before.
The guy smiles, then he walks across Haru. Haru stands still, his heartbeat so loud that he can even hear. He turns around, runs to this guy, and takes his arm.
"Hey!"
Daisuke turns his head, asking, "What's wrong?"
"May I… ask your phone number?"
Daisuke's eyes widen. He falls silent for a while, then smirks, "Yeah. Of course."