outcast 3.

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Y/n's PovOnce I got home I saw this guy with, black medium long hair, stitches on his forehead, talking to my mom at the front door

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Y/n's Pov
Once I got home I saw this guy with, black medium long hair, stitches on his forehead, talking to my mom at the front door

"Hey Mom"

"Hi sweetheart, how was your acting today?"

"Ehh it's getting better.."

"That's nice"

"Anyways who's that" I said and pointed at the guy with my mom

"oh this is your brother's friend, Geto"

"oh well I've never ment him before"

"yeah, he's an online friend and now's their first time meeting in person"

"oh that's nice well I'll be in my room"

"okay , also can you take Geto to your brother's room"

"uhh yeah sure"

"Thanks sweetheart"
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In the house
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"soo... what's your name"

"Y/n."

"Thats a Pretty name"

"Thank you." I said, he voice was deep and really smooth

"So how long have you known my step brother"

"Maybe around two years"

"Two years ?"

"yep, if I remember well"

"hm okay"

"yea" He said leaving an awkward chuckle behind it

"thats his room at the end of the hallway"
I went in my room and went to bed since it was already 8, I wanted to sleep early so Im not late for work tomorrow

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Next Day
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"Morning Everyone!" I said walking into the studio

"oh I thought you quit" Sukuna said helping change the scene

"haha nice one Sukuna"

"yea"

Sukuna said as he moved the mail box into the scene

They recorded for a little bit and got all the scenes in, but even though I was sitting there watch the whole time. I never was actually included they were doing their things and they were all working together so perfectly, almost as if they've done this before together. I was the outcast I didn't fit in at all.
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After work
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Iwas getting cleaned up, I took my coat off the coat rack and wiped off the table I was sitting at and as I was cleaning Yuji and Gojo and Sukuna all walked past me they didn't even say goodbye

"oh I thought you left" Yuji said

"Uh no I was sitting her the whole time."

"We didnt even notice you" Suskune said holding in a laugh

"Dang most suck if you don't really know anybody here" Gojo said as the three of them walked away

I left the studio and went home today was suck a trashy day like bro, they did not include me in anything, talking about treating me like family. Gosh

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I got home to see Geto on my lawn with Mahito, I don't know what they werw doing and I don't care. I was already in a bad mood.

"Yo Y/n and you get us some drinks" Geto yelled out

I ignored him and walked past him like he was air

"Y/n!" They both shouted

I stomped onto the front porch and slammed the door shut behind me.

"Oh hi honey, how was work" my mom said on the couch

"Terrible" I said as I stomped up the stairs

I got in my room and shut the door behind me. I laid on my bed and looked up at the ceiling. I don't even know why I was so upset. I don't even know anyone at work. I have no reason to be upset.

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Next day
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I came to work early today only to see that jerk yelling at Gojo, I tried ignoring him and walking away

"look who decided to show up a bit earlier then usual"

"morning Suku-" Before I can even finish my sentence I hiccuped

"someone has the hiccups?" Sukuna said smirking at me

"Shut *hiccup* up Suku *hiccup"

"aww you can't even say my name" He said laughing

"jerk" I said then walked away

"jerk" I said then walked away

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