Tanjiro X Inosuke Novels & Stories

"Not that I want to pry…" "It’s true," the brown-haired boy replied. "They’re ordinary girls, not worth it." He lifted the towel to dry his hair. "Here, let me." Shinsuke snatched the towel and stood behind him, drying his hair. Slowly, Iwa’s hands slid down Yukio’s neck and pushed him back onto the cold poolside floor. Without wasting time, the blond pinned his wrists and straddled him. "I like you, Tanarro!" he declared, leaning in to kiss him.