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"Say...Yamashita?"
The young woman had kept a straight face during the entirety of their exchange, something that made Yamashita wonder upon often for the four years he'd known her. She always managed to keep a calm and cool composure regardless of what she said or did. Eyes sharp, watching everything, visuals printing in her mind permanently.
"Yes?"
The walk to the train station had been rather quiet. Y/n had done her daily routine of waking up and getting ready for work, where she would then come across Yamashita walking out his own home beside hers. Thus leading to them walking to the train station together, small talk here and there unless either just wanted to take in the cool air of sunrise.
In her years of living beside the old man, she had gotten pretty close to him, viewing him as a sort of father figure, in a way. He was sweet, and welcomed her when she moved in beside him, made the effort to make her feel comfortable in the cramped living space they both had.
She could tell he was a good person right off the bat. A model citizen, if anything.
Though, she couldn't blame him for having a little fun in his life. With the conditions he worked in thanks to his boss, she was surprised he hadn't found a way to relieve that stress sooner.
"Was the reason why you got home so late, because you bought a prostitute?"
The elder man seemed to choke on his own spit at Y/n's question, eyes wide as he looked at her, nearly stopping in the middle of the road before she had grabbed his collar and pulled him along.
