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Title: Spring Nest/haru no su Series: Final Fantasy VII Pairing: Sephiroth x Cloud Rating: R-18 Circle/Artist: space/Malkin Year: 2025 Scanned by: chillerific89/Kogenta3 Sharing and translating is ok but keep the Artist credits in the file! This is a lovey-dovey SephiClou book in which Cloud grows wings after AC. Download links: https://app.box.com/s/fvmaog1zq8x6g8ec4a783mok4nq3y6ml https://mega.nz/file/aaYQhQaS#WLunBFaYqnlbVek0I6tlSAl-k9FfOgVJC6WTD32Ayuc

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Please re-uoload the vol.2 of this manga I've been trying to find vol.2 for almost 3 years, if anyone could help that will be amazing. I tried to buy the blcd from the official site but they don't sell it anymore. I'm willing to do anything pleaseee

“Not if I lead you properly,” Julius reassured him softly. “I already told you—I won’t let you make a fool of yourself. Just follow my lead when we dance and don’t worry about anyone else.” His thumb brushed lightly over Yukie’s hand, grounding him. “I was dragged to more gatherings than I can count growing up. Charity galas, political dinners, social events—you name it. I know what to expect, and I know how to talk to just about anyone in a room like this.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “If you start feeling uncomfortable, just tug on my hand. I’ll handle it.” His gaze softened. “You’re well known. Popular. People might flock to you—cling like paper that doesn’t want to let go. But you don’t have to socialize. Not tonight. This is just for us. Remember that.” The doors opened. Julius stepped inside first, his hand still securely around Yukie’s arm. He felt it before he consciously registered it—the shift in the room. The music didn’t stop. The string quartet continued its slow, elegant melody. Conversations carried on. Glasses clinked softly. But visually… it was like falling dominoes. One head turned. Then another. Then another. Like ripples across still water, attention spread through the ballroom until, one by one, nearly every gaze landed on them. No. On Yukie. Julius almost laughed under his breath. Crystal chandeliers bathed the marble floors in golden light. Tailored suits. Glittering gowns. Carefully practiced smiles. Everything immaculate, polished, curated. And yet the moment Yukie stepped into that glow, the room felt as though it had shifted its axis. Recalibrated around him. Julius leaned in, his lips near Yukie’s ear. “They can’t believe their eyes,” he murmured warmly. “You’re the most beautiful person in this room. Of course they’re staring.” He meant it. Not just because Yukie looked striking beneath the chandeliers—though he absolutely did—but because that faint unease in his expression stirred something protective in Julius. It made him want to shield him from every whisper and wandering gaze. Julius straightened, lifting his chin as he met the crowd without hesitation. If they were going to stare, he would give them something worth staring at. Without breaking stride, he guided Yukie forward—not toward the safety of the walls where guests lingered with drinks and polite small talk—but toward the center of the ballroom. Toward the dance floor. A few couples were already swaying to the slow music, the melody smooth and romantic. The crowd parted subtly as they crossed the marble, curiosity hanging thick in the air. Julius stepped onto the floor and turned to face Yukie fully, a faint smirk curving his lips. He didn’t give Yukie time to second-guess it. One hand slid to Yukie’s waist—firm, steady. The other captured his hand. And in one fluid motion, Julius spun him. Slow. Deliberate. Fabric caught the light as Yukie turned beneath the chandeliers. A few quiet gasps floated through the air. Julius drew him back in as the spin finished, guiding him seamlessly into the rhythm. He moved with calm confidence, leading without forcing—adjusting to Yukie rather than dragging him through steps he wasn’t ready for. “You don’t have to dance perfectly,” Julius murmured, his eyes locked onto Yukie’s. “Just follow me.” His thumb brushed lightly at Yukie’s side, subtle reassurance. Around them, whispers lingered. Heads remained turned. Some tried not to stare. Others didn’t bother hiding it. But as they moved together, something shifted again. Curiosity softened. Into admiration. Into envy. Julius didn’t look away from Yukie. Let them watch. Nothing in this room mattered more than the man in his arms. This was his time with Yukie. And he had no intention of letting anyone steal even a second of it. ...................... Yumro watched the frustration build, saw the way Haru’s shoulders tightened after that last short hover. The effort was there. The will was there. Only confidence wavered. That, Yumro could help with. He stepped forward without hesitation and scooped Haru up with strong arms. The movement felt natural. He lifted him easily, setting him upright again on solid ground and brushing some of the dirt from his body with a careful swipe of his hand. “There,” Yumro said quietly, a small smile touching his expression. “Nothing is broken. That already makes this a great start.” He adjusted Haru’s stance gently—turning him slightly into the wind rather than across it. “You’re doing very well,” he continued, voice warm but grounded. “Better than you think.” His wings unfurled once more, stretching wide as the wind slid through the dark feathers. “Even baby birds spend weeks jumping from branch to branch before they truly fly,” Yumro added. “They wobble, miss their footing. It’s practice.” He stepped back a pace, then another. “This time,” he said, tone shifting into instruction, “I’ll go up first.” With a powerful downward sweep of his wings and a solid push from his legs, Yumro launched into the air again—but not high. Just enough to hover several feet above and slightly ahead, positioned into the wind so his wingbeats created a steadier current rather than turbulence. He adjusted midair, angling himself so the downdraft would give Haru lift rather than buffet him. “Follow me,” Yumro called, voice calm and steady. “Don’t chase height. Just get the rhythm.” He reduced the strength of his wingbeats, keeping them slow and deliberate—large, visible motions. “Push your wings. No pause.” He hovered within reach, ready to correct things if needed. “I’m right here,” Yumro assured, eyes focused and unwavering. “If you lose balance, I’ve got you.” He maintained his patient altitude. “Again.”