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WARNING!

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WARNING!

There is a moment where Haru
calls you "mommy" so if you don't
like being called that, kindly
SHUT UP.

I DON'T CARE IF YOU DISLIKE
BEING CALLED THAT. IDC ABOUT
YOUR OPINION SO NO COMPLAINING.

This is my story. I write however
I want. So if I don't meet your "expectations", then fuck it. Who
said I make this book to satisfy people's personal desire and imagination?

I am so done with rude people who say "Ugh I don't like being called mommy" and shits like that. If you
can't accept people's personal
preference (as long as it's legal and
doesn't go against morality), then
you shouldn't be on the internet in
the first place.

So those rude people, shut up and
leave my books. Let my TRUE
readers enjoy my works and
respect my works!

I don't wanna see a comment
complaining about the kinks I
apply in my fanfics.

I don't wanna see a comment complaining about the kinks Iapply in my fanfics

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Nighttime,
Sanzu's and (Y/n)'s penthouse..

Second Person's POV

You were chilling in the living area with your beloved pet, Chiyo. He was resting on your lap while you stroked his fluffy fur gently. He turned around a little bit until his belly was facing you. He kept blinking his eyes gently at you as his soft purring became melody to your ears.

"You aren't hungry yet, are you, Chiyo? Mama want both of us to eat with Papa but he hasn't come home." You heaved out a soft sigh. This afternoon, after you returned from the police department, you were informed that Haruchiyo had to finish yet another mission. Hence, you were unable to meet him face-to-face today at work.

You were in bad mood for the rest of the day.

But going home, seeing Chiyo running toward you and nuzzling his head on your head earlier as greeting, brightened up your day.

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