❝𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭! 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝!❞
.・゜゜𝗖 𝗜 𝗚 𝗔 𝗥 𝗘 𝗧 𝗧 𝗘 𝗗 𝗔 𝗬 𝗗 𝗥 𝗘 𝗔 𝗠 𝗦࿐ *:･ﾟ
her mother had her life planned out for her. a perfect marriage to a perfectly wealt...
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April 18
Hanae put down the third book she'd read within the week and sighed, lately it had become harder to keep her mind occupied, Kyoya had taken away her phone and the only electronic he'd left behind was a television.
She understood where he was coming from but it still angered her beyond compare. She could also tell she'd lost a couple of pounds over the last couple of weeks... probably due to the stress and the fact she wasn't eating much of what the servants would bring her.
She had managed to call her dad using Kyoya's landline phone, but even those calls were a rarity considering she rarely got out of bed.
But today was a particularly terrible day, she actually had to get up and eat because her period had come suddenly and the only thing that helped her ease her cramps was downing green tea and painkillers by the dozen.
She begrudgingly slid on a pair of biker shorts and a white hoodie she'd stolen from Kyoya's laundry... although she doubted it was his, considering it was a size smaller than his usual clothes.
It probably belonged to Hikaru or Kaoru.
She quickly brushed her hair before carefully stepping out of her room. She usually wouldn't be this careful, but this estate was crawling with employees, and she didn't feel like bumping into anyone.
Her own room faced Kyoya's room and they lived on the house's second floor, with an extra bedroom, living room, and a bar–which Kyoya locked.
Stating that she had a 'substance-abuse' problem.
Fucking asshole.
Hanae walked down the stairs and unfortunately for her, a maid welcomed her when she reached the first floor.
"Hello, Mrs.Ootori!" The girl smiled brightly. "Did you want me to set down a plate for you? Mr.Ootori and Ren just sat down for dinner."
Hanae jerked her head over to look at the short girl, "Mr.Ootori and Ren?"
The girl blinked quickly and pulled the steel platter tighter to her chest.
"Uh... yes both Mr.Ootori and Ren."
Hanae pursed her lips and wrapped her arms around herself.
"Does my–" Hanae closed her eyes and sighed. "Does Kyoya have dinner with her often?"
The girl's eyes were wide, and Hanae scowneled when she realized the girl didn't want to answer her.
"What's your name?" Hanae asked carefully, doing her best to not scare the young girl any more than she already was.
