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you serpents, you brood of vipers, how are you to escape being sentenced to hell?














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akina lay on her stomach on her bed, her legs in the air as her bored eyes scanned over a magazine she had taken from her sister's room.

letting out a quiet yawn, she turned the page, now coming across the bright and bold letters at the top,

10 ways to get a guy to like you

akina rolled her eyes, scanning through the completely superficial pieces of advice that aiya had apparently used. she then heard a soft knock, not bothering to look up from the magazine, she told whoever was the door to go away.

all of a sudden the magazine was pulled out from under her fingers, she looked up to see getō suguru with a smug smile as he read the contents of the pages.

"are you seriously reading this?"

he held back a laugh as he tossed it back to her, now falling onto her bed beside her as he decided to lay on his back.

"i was bored," akina shrugged as she swatted away his hand that came up to play with her hair, "and who let you in?"

"your mum said i could wait here for azeru to return with your dad" getō explained.

akina felt a sense of annoyance to learn that getō had only come for her brother, as usual, leaving her to be his second choice in company.

she pouted slightly, leaning her head down, closer towards getō.

"and what about me?"

getō's eyes widened at her proximity, completely sure that his face had tinged pink. his eyes couldn't even decide where to look, flickering between her her features as he had to remind himself to breathe normally.

akina raised an eyebrow at his silence, sighing as she moved back to flick through the magazine once more.

"useless-"

her words were quickly cut off by getō reaching out to pull her back down to him, kissing her impatiently.

akina's hands had fallen to land on his chest, tightly gripping his shirt as she felt his fingers tangle themselves with her hair.

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