When the (h/c) haired girl finished her tour of the city with the infamous Mrs. Morais, she had a renewed sense of vigor for the charity event she was planning. The amount of energy she possessed made her steps seem like small leaps of bounding joy, delighting the two that accompanied her. She was like a little fairy that lifted the hearts of those around her, her sparkling aura rendering them unable to feel without joy.
The older woman had even joined the two of them on their way back, lending her servants to help carry some decor for the event. Of course, she was not shy in the ways of carrying things herself, doing more than her share, but it seemed she was a bad influence on the younger girl. They had ended up buying more than expected, not that they had a budget to adhere to. No, on the contrary, she had told (Y/n) that the more money she spent, the happier Shota would be.
While it seemed like a mixed concept to her, Mrs. Morais had explained the redhead's obsession with being useful. She could hardly offer an explanation for it, only insinuating that it must have had to do with his "nipple licking" parents. Asking her for the reasoning behind her clear disgust with his family seemed almost insulting to the red-haired male, especially when he seemed so excitable when she asked him about anything. As such, she promised herself she would ask him. If she wasn't caught, anyway.
She tensed her shoulders as the estate became visible through the car windows. Dismissing the riveting conversation between the two that accompanied her and the cricketing silence of the woman's servants, she steadied her breathing. She wasn't quite sure why she was so fearful of getting caught. It wasn't as though the male had any right to control her. On the contrary, he had repeatedly told her she was free to do what she wished. Even if it would have gone against his wants, he wouldn't have done anything to harm her. He wasn't that kind of person. At least, so she guessed from the time she had spent with him.
As the car rolled into the estate, the lavish gates closing behind them, she could see the faint outline of someone waiting at the main door. At first, she tensed, but upon getting closer, she noted that it was Nami, doing what - she assumed - was coloring. However, when she saw the car closing in, rolling in front of the doorsteps, an enthusiastic smile spread from cheek to cheek, her dimples showing quite obviously.
(Y/n) exited the car with ease, looking around with panic for any sight of Shota. That being said, Nami did the work for her, tugging on her sleeve and telling her she was "lucky". With those ominous words, the (h/c) haired girl felt shivers run up her back, her body becoming cold for some reason or another. Mrs. Morais lent her shawl to her with the utmost of kindness before kneeling down to the smaller girl and giving her a loving hug.
"Oh, you shrunk!" she exclaimed, holding her hand at a height that the red-haired girl had yet to achieve.
"N-No! You're mistaken! I'm very tall! I am! Sho said so."
"Oh, no, no, no, look, Capriano is much taller than you!"
"He is not!"
(Y/n) couldn't help but smile at the relationship between the two. She hadn't expected that Nami would be so friendly with the older woman. In fact, if anything, she would have thought the two were far too different in age to have anything in agreement. Then again, after spending much time with the older woman, the (h/c) haired girl could most definitely claim that they had their childishness in common, not that it was a bad thing. In fact, it was refreshing and helped to break the ice. She appreciated their enjoyment of life.
The two continued to play argue, a sly smile on the older of the two's faces while the younger one resisted a very obvious grin. Okura assisted the other servants in moving the decor into the storage room where they would be used in a week for the official charity event. Of course, there was much more to do and (Y/n) was quick to get to it, her feet carrying her across the multiple halls of the estate.
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Prisoner's Conviction (Yandere Detective x Reader x Yandere Heirs)
Romance(Y/n) woke in a room without her memory, knowing only what she was told by a redhead who was incredibly dedicated to her. She was told her family and friends abandoned her, she was left for dead, and that she was engaged to him. He gave her whatever...
