PROLOGUE
Many people think love can be fake at many times. That people often get into many relationships for covering up the truth...
Right now, I found myself in a very similar scenario. Difference? Is it turning into a something genuine?
When I got over my thoughts and was brought back to my senses, we found ourselves on the floor. Zaimokusa was lying flat on the floor, and I was on top of him... our bodies touching... our faces flustered. None of us had our shirts on. I felt my chest pushing against his enormous belly that was far softer and smoother than anything I ever touched...
Our faces only a few inches away, both of us remained silent. Confused. That's when things got far worse as the door behind us opened and the one who was saw us in such a deplorable state was the ice queen herself... the last person I wanted to be seen like this.
I could now say my life was entering into a second romcom that was way too wrong, beyond what I expected...
A/N:
Ok so I wrote this story very long ago, after being persuaded by one of my friends. Now, I decided to post it online to be finally ridiculed for coming up with this piece of turd. However, I did up thinking about the bromance between some of the male characters since back then, and the Ebina-like side of my head thought up some what-ifs. So I will probably continue this with those ideas, or I may end up discarding them, who knows? Either ways, please don't go too harsh in the reviews, I'm aware how bad this is. And yes, this was extremely short cause I decided to just post the Prologue for now.