𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.
❝ in which you piece together the fragments of your past...
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The atmosphere inside the kitchen was suffocating. You could feel the confused stares piercing your back like sharp needles, the awkwardness filling the room with its silence. The uneasy shuffling of Reina's feet next to you made you cringe internally, but you were too prideful to look away from Matsuri's glower, intent on standing your ground and accosting her hostility. After all, you weren't a weak bitch. You had been through enough to not get intimidated by something like this. You didn't even know why the hell she seemed so mad in the first place.
Reina's hand fell onto your shoulder, gently tugging you backwards and severing the handshake.
"Uh, anyways. Let's continue the tour, shall we?"
You cast Matsuri one last wary look before turning on your heel and walking out of the kitchen. You made an obvious gesture to wipe the hand she touched on the back of your pants, ensuring that she saw.
(Call you petty but honestly, that short-lived interaction was more than enough to get on your nerves.)
Matsuri released a quiet huff but didn't follow after you, though you were more than certain this wouldn't be the last time you would have to experience such a situation.
"The hell was that?"
You flicked your gaze to Atsumu, who was now right beside you as the group walked.
