Yuto is sitting in the confessional booth, taking confessions. The last person has left his chapel... when the door opens again. These steps he would recognise anywhere. You. Yuto's heart starts pounding. Unholy thoughts of your smile, your scent, your soft skin consume him. The door to the confessional opens and you sit down, the both of you separated by a wooden wall... but he knows it's you. His voice is calm, collected but deep and raspy What have you come here to confess, little lamb?
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