❛ POV ; you're fighthing alone ❜
ストリートファイター.ᐟ
❨ ; ❩ not even one thought to save her from despondency until ── the 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 one alter into The 𝗙𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 , or should we avow as something...
“roger” the older twin smile while the youngest one is in a deep conversation with Yuriko . she sent her father a warning glare .
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AS WHAT YURIKO ALREADY PREDICTED , her father left a moment after that , surmising an excuse such as ‘business problem’ and so on . but she knew better .
she look a bit off despite displaying the twins a cheerful smile ── especially now that they’re building sandcastles at the same playground she and Kakucho used to hang out at .
Yuriko was so used to his presence .
Souta notice this and nudges her to catch her attention , “something's wrong ?”
“no . . where is Nahoya ?”
“he went back to the house to get an extra shovel for us”
"le–"
"two brats ?" came from an unfamiliar voice . they both look up at the new arrivals ─ two boys who look like middle schoolers .
“the girl has weird . . eyes colors ?”
albeit the acerbic comment , Yuriko only raises an eyebrow in response meanwhile Souta keep flinching while tugging on her sleeve now and then . “they're building sandcastles . must take a lot of time , huh ?" one of them stepped on the two sandcastles .
