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"𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓, 𝑱𝑼𝑵𝑲𝑶!" Y/n started to obnoxiously lower her gaze, furrowing her eyebrows as she took a glimpse of herself through the nearby mirror placed near her vanity where she stood. She blinked her eyes, looking at how the mirror marveled the provoked expression on her face.
"Hey!" Kaji raised his voice at her, frustrated. "You can't just plainly ignore me. I know you more than anyone else in this tech, look at me, Junko!"
Junko. That was the name y/n gave herself the moment she swore her loyalty to a Secret Military Society called "The White Hand". A governed institute runned by an international force for training inside men (spies, basically). She has lived with the name 'Junko', with the ironic meaning being 'genuine, pure', for almost eight years and in counting.
Thus, hearing that name from people who assumed to know her by heart was just one of the daily circumstances in her life as a sole survivor.
And at some point in time, it's basically something that reminds her of what kind of a bosom liar and how terrible of a person she's genuinely always been in order to protect her real past and for her to not get dragged into any more silly businesses she definitely does not want to get involved in.
As much as she detested this fact, nothing more needs to be done because she has certain safety by using the name. It is also what she promised herself the moment she bestowed on taking revenge on the perpetrators who had killed the entire l/n family, her family.
She has gone by weeks, months, and years of introducing herself falsely to the people whom she gained ultimate trust from. Yet the sickening memory of how and why she had to abandon her real name always comes at her, it was something she couldn't bare to not forget every time she does so.
Thereupon, she closed her eyes meekly and erased the thought that circulated her mind every time she hears that name. No one will know. She assures herself, almost as if she's comforting a certain side of herself that she wishes to hide.
"What are you going to do? Stop me? I'm by far the last person you'll ever want to challenge, accept it, Kenji. Or do you just wish for me to die, is that what you want?" Y/n asked without hesitation, looking at Keji with such an invasive gaze.
Her tone suddenly changed, sounding more like how she usually is when she's with people she finds inferior but dire. Hence, the fear that dragged her down earlier has longed to vanish and she, herself, can see such a fact.
Y/n bit the insides of her cheek and held her breath, walking away from the anxious man that stood only with concern on his face.
"You know I suffer from drug dependency like every other trainee in this facility, is that correct? And you know you can't do anything, isn't that right? You mute." She schemingly pointed out with a pressed tone and pointed her hand to his chest, looking all too confident about that assumption she shared. Which, even hypothetically, was the truth.
