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"ah, what a beautiful day. the sun is shinning, the birds are chirping, bitches are crying and complaining.. truly a perfect day for sleepi-"
the doors burst open violently, making the girl jump in her place and look at the intruder...
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NOVEMBER 29, 2005
hoshiko hated getting sick. the sneezing, the sore throat, the painful headaches, the weakness...you lay under a blanket and it's too hot, you lay without it, you freeze to death. she hated everything about it. and as much as she tried to avoid getting sick, it was impossible for her. it's not like she had a weak body, it was her immunity system that somehow got fucked up. according to her mother, her father was the same. wakasa would always rub it in her that he got the better genes than her.
winters for hoshiko were like monopoly. she always got a 'get out of jail' card, but instead of that, it was 'get out of school' card by laying in bed and dying for a week straight. she was supposed to be hanging out with the 0th division today, but she sent out messages that she was sick. and now those fuckers were sending her selfies of how happy they are in that karaoke bar they always go to, singing their hearts out.
"fucking traitors."
mikey left a while ago as well, saying he has to do something, but he'll return in the evening. so now, she was all alone in the house. maybe going here was a bad idea? there was nothing to do inside the house except for listening to her parents music collection, eating, resting and scrolling through her phone. she promised mikey she would rest, but when boredom hit her hard, the promise was quickly forgotten.
so here she is...playing around with a wrench in hand, laying beneath a car. "that should do it..." she sighs rechecks how tight the screws are. she was about to move and check the engine, but a sudden voice startles her.
"that's a nice car you've got there." she jumps up, forgetting she's still beneath the car and hits her head.
"AH, FUCK!" she rolls to her side, holding her forehead and whining in pain. that certainly didn't help her headache either. suddenly, her legs are grabbed and she is pulled from beneath the car. the sudden action frightens her and makes her bounce up and get ready for a car.
"you okay, little lady?" her eyes fall on the person, she doesn't recognise at all. a man stood there, somewhere around her mother's age. he looked cool as hell in her eyes, but dangerous as well. definitely doesn't compare to her step-father. short spiky black hair, a scar on his left eyebrow, sharp grey eyes and a lazy smirk on his face. he had sharp features, but what caught her attention the most, was his build. the man stacked. but not in a he spends all of his time in the gym way, but the perfect kind.
'dilf?'
"who the hell are you?!"
the man grins and raises his hands up in surrender. "aren't you an aggressive little kitten? calm down, i mean well."
