A little bit, huh... [Masato just sighs, then leans back against the chair and grins. To think he's drunk at a prom, and so fast too, especially after trying to live the life of a proper heir and ideal son.
With a soft laugh that dissolves into a sigh, he just runs a hand over his eyes.]
My stomach... is uneasy. My father... he can't find out.
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With a soft laugh that dissolves into a sigh, he just runs a hand over his eyes.]
My stomach... is uneasy. My father... he can't find out.