Savage Love
He could imagine planting the listening devices and snooping around only for Haruto to find out by watching the tapes.
Fuck.
That would ruin everything.
Haruto opened the door with a soft click, and they stepped inside.
The interior was simple. Minimal furniture, soft lights, nothing eye-catching except for the hallway which was lined with photographs. Dozens of them.
Aito gasped, surprised, his eyes darting from one frame to another. They were pictures of them from when they were kids up until high school. He could remember every moment captured in each picture.
Him, Haruto, Yua, Toshiro, Sakura. Many of the pictures contained just five of them. Others contained their parents and other rela
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