𝓕ᵃᵗʰᵉʳ'ˢ 𝓟ᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ 𝓛ⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ 𝓖ⁱʳˡ

II | II

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CHAPTER — II
part two

YOU KNOCKED on the door of the little house right next to the church, where you had assumed the little 'youth camp' would take place in.

"Ah, __," Satoru said, grinning as he opened the door, "We were waiting for you." He gestured for you to come in. He looked amazing. He was wearing a blue stripped shirt, tucked in high waisted black pants that molded his thick thighs and gave him an amazing figure. His hair was messily scattered on his forehead and his smile turned lopsided when he noticed you staring at him. On his nose were round, black shades.

You passed by him, bowing your head and he followed you, letting the door shut behind him.

You immediately recognized the two people you saw at church last Sunday. There was the boy with pink hair who was grinning sheepishly as he waved at you in grand gestures. All the while, his friend, the girl with light brown hair cut in a square gave you a once over, before looking away.

You suddenly felt entirely too conscious of your long, navy dress that flared out at the waist, that you had paired with black leather shoes. You had even worn your crucifix, as an attempt to cleanse yourself from last night's dream.

There were two new faces. A boy with dull, bored dark eyes with hair equally as hair as dark, messily scattered on his head. He was wearing a black tee with black pants and his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the wall. He looked disinterested, as if he didn't even want to be there in the first place, and you felt for him. As your eyes briefly met his, you shivered. His soulless, bottomless eyes felt entirely too familiar on you.

Are they related ?

At his side was a mature-looking girl with dark, green hair styled in a high ponytail with bangs that hung low on her forehead as well as curtain bangs that fell on either sides of her face. She wore a short sleeved black tee along with a long, black pleated skirt.

Satoru contrasted heavily with his somewhat colorful attire, and for once, you didn't feel out of place.

The girl came towards you confidently, and the boy next to her followed begrudgingly.

"Hello," she greeted, her voice was deep, deeper than you'd expected. "We're happy to have you here. We love new faces, I'm Maki." She bent to bow and you did the same. The person next to her stood motionless, "And this is Megumi. Please don't take it personally, he hates everybody. He'll warm up to you, eventually."

"My body is literally unable to warm up." He jibed, unimpressed. "I don't hate everyone. I just don't like people, in general." He clarified for what it was worth.

"Hey !" You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around with a surprised squeak.

The boy with peach hair lifted his hands up in surrender, "Sorry, 'didn't mean to scare you."

You shook your head, smiling, "It's okay ! I guess I'm just a bit on guard." You joked, hoping to ease him out.

His eyes widened, "Why ? Something happened ?" He questioned suddenly, leaning onto you, his eyes boring in yours.

"Yuuji," the girl with brown hair came forward, slapping the back of his head, "Don't be like this. She meant something like 'I'm just nervous.'." She then bowed to you, forcing Yuuji to do the same as she applied pressure on the back of his neck.

"... Really ?" He asked and you nodded quickly, the entire interaction feeling too weird for you, "... I'm relived then." he mumbled.

"I'm Nobara, by the way. And this is Yuuji." Nobara prodded at Yuuji.

"There are more of us, but they're currently out of town." Maki quickly took speech before and uncomfortable silence could set in, as she readjusted her glasses.

More people ? You complained silently.

"Children, the father is here." Satoru warned lightly, before opening the door.

Father Fushiguro strode inside.

Your cheeks were burning and your eyes were digging holes on the ground, you refused to look up, you wouldn't look up.

You heard him greet each person in the room and you knew your turn would come eventually, but you still hoped that somehow, the ground would swallow you up, or that you'd suddenly turn invisible.

Neither ever happened.

Father Fushiguro stood confidently, his signature cocky smile plastered on his lips. He was wearing a white tee with black jeans and black leather shoes. His outfit was definitely more relaxed than the previous one you'd seen him in. The air around him felt different, it used to feel dominant and all consuming, pushing you on edge and forcing you on your tippy toes. At that moment it only felt flustering and somewhat exciting as he greeted you in a low and sultry voice.

"__."

You winced and when you finally looked at him, you were half-expecting fear to be curling at your gut once again (he really did an impression on you the first time you saw him). You were surprised, however, when it was not fright that had your heart stuttering in your chest, but something else entirely that you were not sure what to name. What you knew, however was that it felt entirely too familiar as the dream of last night ghosted your mind. You told yourself you'd go to the confessional as soon as you could.

You gripped your crucifix as you gulped down nervously, "F-father." Your attempt to sound cheerful was pathetic, but no one pointed it out.

"Slept well ?" He mused and you swore your heart stopped beating for a split second.

How ? He couldn't, he surely couldn't. But he was a priest after all, this must be the kind of thing that he can see and notice on people. Was this even a thing ?

Father Fushiguro didn't elaborate further and did not even wait for your answer as he started a conversation with Satoru.

You sighed in relief.

Satoru told something to Father Fushiguro, then turned to you with a tilt of his head to peer at you from over his shades. Father Fushiguro chuckled with a smirk on his face, one that made your insides twist, however, not nearly as much as what escaped his mouth after.

"She probably had a really good night of sleep, didn't she ?"

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