Excerpt: And then an attractive, young male walked into the room, and Saitou's rational thought flew out the window. "Takayoshi-sama," he stuttered, out of reflex.
Takayoshi Miura--Saitou's boss--smiled. "Come now, Saitou. Surely we are beyond honorifics?"
Notes: The story in which I reveal that I am utter garbage. Anime-loving, slash-writing garbage. It's one of the first few things I ever wrote, and it's awful, and I'm sorry for subjecting you to this.
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