Polaroid | Haitani brothers

(∩˃o˂∩)♡ 第三十三章

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A million thoughts crossed your mind as you scribbled onto the mini-notebook laying on the table. You couldn't get over what you eavesdropped on the rooftop, you were starting to overthink as the anxiety ascend. You flipped through the notebook vigorously, staring at all the plans and theories written.

You've been slaving the night away trying to think of a solution to avoid the future that Takemitchi saw. You can't afford to lose the brothers, it started out bad and they even threatened you and got you in trouble but everything is different now. They are family and people you love. You will do whatever it takes to protect them.

You let out an exasperated sigh and slammed your fist on the table, the mug of tea jumped slightly at the vibration almost toppling over but you managed to stabilize it before your notebook got drenched.

You turn to the right and saw both brothers sleeping soundly, you could hear soft snores. You stood up and walked towards them, Ran had kicked the blankets off so you knelt down in-between them and pull the blanket up for him. 

"Don't worry, I'll protect the both of you," you whispered soft enough for yourself to hear before lightly pecking soft kisses on both their forehead. You whipped out your cell phone, the soft audio feedbacks echoed in the room as you tap on the screen, you hastily stuff the phone into your coat pocket when you were done and quietly shut the door behind you.

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"I'll convey your message, Lady Ueno." you stepped out of the silver Porsche when the chauffeur clothed in a black suit and sunglasses replied.

You were greeted by a familiar face behind the elongated black marble bar counter, you responded with a small nod and sat on the tall red cushioned stool. The bar was empty, you were the only customer tonight, a soft classical tune played out through the wall-mounted speaker. It's your favorite bar to be whenever you are stressed out and needed a drink since it's always quiet at this time of the night and it isn't filled with loud music.

"Haven't seen you for a long time, y/n." a modulated voice greeted, he lean his body forward resting both arms on the tabletop— "the usual?" he added. 

"It has been a while, Tora. Yes, top it off with 2 shots of Rum." the banana-haired male instantly got off the counter and shot you a gun pose before turning around to grab the colorful bottled sitting on the shelves and got to mixing and fancy tricks. 

He gently placed the glass drinkware on the coaster and poured the liquid with a jigger, the round block of ice gave a satisfying 'ding' as it shifts in the glass. You took a short sip and let out a satisfying sigh, "You make the best Umeshu" earning a soft laugh from the bartender.

The bar is owned by Kazutora's grandfather, it was passed down to him when he passed away. You've always visited the bar with Keisuke and that was how you knew Kazutora, both of you weren't acquainted and rarely talk but when Keisuke passed, you visited Kazutora in juvenile regularly after the first visit when you spotted suicidal tendency from him. You also updated him on Kisaki's plan so that he stops blaming himself for Keisuke's death.