Femme anango(epse Dao)
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Adewalé🫶🏽🦋 :
Dost empire te demande pardon oh
2026-09-05 12:23:54
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Belle dame K .. 🥰♻️ :
C’est très beau
2026-09-05 11:57:05
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fat🥰 :
c'est jolie
2026-09-05 22:10:51
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la reine rare🥰♥️ :
avec notre petit 1 millions nous sommes trop belle notre mariée
2026-09-05 13:34:16
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la beauté😍💓 :
c'est kel genre de mèche stp
2026-09-05 12:59:19
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Sitaa Soro :
C’est trop beau 😍
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Matysenesene Sene :
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2026-09-05 11:56:34
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15 septembre production 🥳🎉🍾 :
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![pov : No one at school understood how the two of you could possibly be together. Seriously. No one. Because if someone had to describe Ni-ki in one word, they would say: “Organized.” He was the type of person who remembered everything. Deadlines. Tests. Projects. Essays. His friends’ birthdays. Even the fact that two months ago, you had mentioned that you’d run out of your favorite pen. And, of course, a few days later, he bought you a new one. That was just how he was. Calm. Logical. Composed. And then there was you. The complete opposite. A girl who had once managed to lose her backpack. While it was still on her back. A girl who could trip over absolutely nothing on a perfectly flat surface. A girl who came up with new ideas every day. Unfortunately, most of them ended in disaster. — “Y/n.” — “Yes?” — “Why are you standing on that table?” — “That’s a very good question.” — “Get off the table.” — “Don’t order me around.” — “You’re getting down in three seconds.” — “And what if I don’t?” — “Then you’ll fall.” One second later, you fell. Riki didn’t even look surprised. He simply grabbed your arm before you could hit the floor. — “I told you.” — “You don't have to look so pleased with yourself.” — “I'm not.” — “You are.” — “A little.” No one understood how he put up with you. But even fewer people understood how you put up with him. Because Riki was unbelievably responsible. Annoyingly responsible. — “You have a test tomorrow.” — “I know.” — “You don't.” — “I do.” — “Then what are you studying?” ... — “Unimportant details.” He sighed heavily. And pulled out his notes. Of course. Because he always had notes. You had been together for two years. Two whole years. And people still sometimes looked at you as if they were trying to solve some kind of mystery. Because how could the calmest boy in school possibly have fallen in love with you? The answer was actually very simple. Riki liked your chaos. He liked your laughter. He liked the fact that you always said exactly what you thought. He liked that life was never boring when he was with you. And you? You loved that he was someone you could always rely on. Because no matter how many problems you managed to create for yourself, Riki was always there. — “Where's your homework?” — “What homework?” Silence. A very dangerous silence. — “Y/n.” — “Oops?” — “It's due tomorrow.” — “Really?” — “Really.” He stared at you for a few seconds. Then closed his eyes. Like a man who had been practicing patience for a very, very long time. — “And that's why you're staying with me after school today.” — “Is this a date?” — “No.” — “That's a shame.” — “It's homework.” — “Sounds like a date for nerds.” Riki covered his face with his hands. And you burst out laughing. Not knowing yet that later that same day, after school, you were about to get yourself into the biggest trouble you'd had in months. And once again, he would be the one who had to get you out of it. ──★ After school, you were sitting across from Riki in the library. Or rather... Riki was sitting. You, on the other hand, were spinning around in your chair, twirling a pen between your fingers, doodling in the margins of your notebook, and successfully avoiding doing your homework. — “Y/n.” — “Hm?” — “You're supposed to be writing an essay.” — “I am.” He looked at your paper. — “You drew a cat.” — “It's a very nice cat.” — “That's not an essay.” — “Don't limit art.” Riki closed his eyes. For a full three seconds. Like a man fighting to preserve his sanity. Another ten minutes passed. And that's when you made a mistake. A huge one. A catastrophic one. Because you noticed a small model airplane on a shelf across the library. — “Riki.” He didn't look up from his notes. — “No.” — “But I haven't even said anything yet.” — “I know that tone.” — “What tone?” — “The tone that usually means I'm going to have problems later.” You smiled innocently. Which, to him, was an even worse sign. — “I just want to look at something.” — “Y/n.” — “I'll be right back.” [comsec++] #NI_KI #enhypen #goviral #pov #pov](/video/cover/7679917209312857376.webp)