[COMPLETED]
Previosuly known as 'Douma has a daughter!?'
𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗
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Alexithymia
(n.) the inability to express your feelings
Meet Douma's adopted daughter, (Y/N) (L/N). W...
I smile slightly, a real one . It felt good talking to someone else who remembers, and it seems he has changed.
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Y/N POV
'Ugh, it's Sunday and I'm so bored, the cult is closed for duties today'. I internally whine as I roll around on my bed.
I hear a ding from my phone and go check it, seeing an unknow number, I raise my eyebrow "huh? who could this be?" I question myself and open the message.
unknown: Hello Y/N-chan!
you: who's this?
unknown: Oh! This is Mina from your class!
you: oh- how'd you get my number?
Mina: Douma from class B gave it to me!
'That bastard' I grumble.
Mina: Anyways, want to hang out with me and the rest of the girls today? We can get cha time (Idk if they have Cha Time in Japan, but it's a boba shop, you can get iced tea and stuff)and some lunch!
you: Eh, why not? I have nothing to do anyways
Mina: Great! Meet us at the Cha time closest to school at 12! Also. I'll add you to the class group chat!
you: Okie dokie, cya.
(Should I add class 1-A and maybe others to the harem too? Or leave it just as the hashiras and demons?)
I sigh and check the time on my phone, reading 10am 'Not like I had anything better to do'. I decide to take a shower early so I can have an extra long one.
TIMESKIP, 1 HOUR
(Yes you just had an hour long shower, don't judge me. You were listening to your favourite playlist again. Seriously, listen to it though. it's called 'Douma Has A Daughter Playlist'.)
You step out of the shower feeling immediately refreshed and in a pretty good mood, you dry yourself with a massive towel you insisted on having and styled your hair. You didn't need to do much since they already were naturally curly, but you decided to go with your otou-san's old hairstyle he always used to wear.
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(Kind of like a plait I think)
With a towel still wrapped around my body I walk out of the ensuite and straight to my cupboard, picking out what clothes I would wear, pondering a few options before finally choosing.
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