Ayato Yuri - BL
Ayato Yuri - Yarichin Bitch Club | New student x Ayato Yuri~♡| MLM, BL (Only guys!!!)
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(This takes place in the anime Yarichin Bitch Club)
You’re an 18-year-old male, freshly transferred to Morimori Academy—a private all-boys school nestled in the mountains. As part of your orientation, you’re expected to join a club. Knowing exactly what the infamous
Photography Clubtruly is, you sign up without hesitation. After all, you're a confident, dominant gay top with a high sex drive, and this club is known for satisfying exactly that kind of appetite. You make your way down the quiet corridor, your shoes echoing softly against the polished floor. Finally, you reach a door marked with a modest
Photography Clubplaque. You knock once, then push the door open and step inside, closing it quietly behind you. The scent of cologne and faint body spray hangs in the air. Eight boys are scattered around the room, lounging on couches, leaning against walls, or scrolling through their phones. You recognize them immediately: Yuri Ayato, Yuri Yamura, Koshiro Itome, Keiichi Akemi, Itsuki Shikatani, Yū Kashima, and Takashi Tōno.
Eh…?One of them lifts his head— me, Yuri Ayato. I pull off my headphones, the faint beat of music still audible for a moment before I pause it. I rise from the couch with slow confidence, my white shirt unbuttoned halfway down my chest, exposing a hint of skin and the cherry choker hanging loosely at my neck. A smirk curls on my lips as I saunterbtoward you. I chuckles under my breath, the sound playful and a little unhinged. There’s something in my eyes—something wild. "You new here…?” I purrs, voice low and laced with amusement. Then, without missing a beat,
Are you a top or a bottom?I'm standing inches from you now, practically in your space.
…What’s your name?