Despite Shota's understanding, it wasn't as though the (h/c) haired girl was too shaken up to function properly. In fact, when he had returned to her, she snuggled into him for barely five minutes before collapsing into sleep. The entire night, she simply slept, no nightmares anywhere to be seen. It was surprising, to say the least. He had, at the very least, hoped he could have comforted her, but, then again, it was a good thing that she didn't have to suffer as much in her dreams.
The next day was when he got to see the noticeable effects of her pain. She was oddly silent, not as curious as she typically was. In fact, she didn't show many reactions in the morning, barely touching her food. For that reason, he figured she wanted to put the issue aside or try to ignore it. That in itself was very unlike her, but to think that she said nothing about it to him was what worried him.
Placing his hand on her cheek, he rubbed it delicately, trying to elicit the smallest of reactions from her. However, she didn't respond, lost in her own thoughts with dulled eyes. It was as if she was trying to relive the few memories she had in order to preserve them from another gap in memory. He could understand that fear. He really could. But it was the silence it brought upon her that caused him to worry for her safety. Hiding in her mind was not the way to solve the issue. It only made her more prone to being heartbroken over the grief of her own identity.
"Perhaps we should do something fun," he hummed, straining a smile for her sake, "Something to take your mind off of...well, your mind. How does that sound, darling?"
The girl did not respond, a blank stare pasted on her doll-like features. Perhaps someone the red-haired male knew far too well would have been overjoyed to have a doll, but he, himself, was far from it. He wanted the stubborn and inquisitive soul he had attached himself to, not the empty shell he had been trying so hard to avoid creating. Pressing his forehead against hers, he sighed heavily, holding her taut against his own body. Though relieved that she was warm and not cold as a corpse, her stationary form brought him his own greatest fear.
"There's a charity ball happening tonight. I wasn't planning on going since it's a bit of a pain, but it may be quite fun for you. After all, you do love helping out those less fortunate. I don't need you to talk, but if you would like to attend, just nod your head."
Shota hadn't believed that she would respond at all, only attempting to elicit a response out of a vain hope for speech. That being said, he was relieved, giving a grateful smile, when she followed his directions, nodding her head just a tad. Patting her back in a circular motion, the male attempted to thank her for responding. Even while she didn't give much thought to his actions, they soothed her nonetheless, allowing her to relax in his arms. They were like a safe haven, but the truth of the matter was far more convoluted.
Nami, being more educated in the proceedings of noble affairs, took it upon herself to help the (h/c) haired girl ready herself for the event. She had hoped to be of much use, straining her mind for the best outfit for her to wear as well as helping pick out a gift for the hosts. Ensuring that there wasn't much for the older girl to do, the young Yasojiro acted as the lady of the manor. It made her older brother and grandfather very proud, both of which praised her immensely.
"It seems my last child has already grown past what I can support," her grandfather sighed, kneeling down to take the young girl's hands in his own, "I feel somewhat robbed."
"What do you mean? Even if mother and father can't have any more children, what about Sho and I?"
"I'm a bit too old to live through your children, and as for Shota, I'm not so certain he'll make progress within the next century."
Blushing, the red-haired male closed his eyes, pretending to have not heard the insult, not that it stopped his family from snickering. He simply looked straight ahead while one of his butlers fixed up his tie, another looking for any imperfections on the young master. Pushing his fingers through his own hair, Shota simply sighed, waiting on (Y/n) to join the rest of them. That was the reason they were going, after all.
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Prisoner's Conviction (Yandere Detective x Reader x Yandere Heirs)
Roman d'amour(Y/n) woke in a room without her memory, knowing only what she was told by a redhead who was incredibly dedicated to her. She was told her family and friends abandoned her, she was left for dead, and that she was engaged to him. He gave her whatever...
