Chapter VIII

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April 25th, 2020

7 days before Ragnarok vs. Toman


It was the perfect Saturday.

Two days had passed since Toman's meeting, and since Mikey had spent the night with Y/n. In those two short days, something between them had changed. Their relationship felt stronger somehow—more comfortable, more natural. There was a closeness between them that hadn't been there before, and Y/n couldn't deny how much she liked it.

So, naturally, she decided to invite Mikey and his family over for dinner.

After spending the entire morning running errands, buying ingredients, cleaning the house, and planning everything she needed for the evening, Y/n finally allowed herself to relax.

She stepped outside into the backyard and sank into one of the patio chairs.

The sun was warm against her skin, a welcome change after several days of relentless rain. The sky was almost completely clear, and the faint scent of wet earth still lingered in the air.

Y/n closed her eyes and smiled.

For the first time all day, she wasn't thinking about dinner.

She wasn't thinking about Toman.

She wasn't thinking about her father.

She wasn't thinking about everything that had happened over the past few weeks.

She was simply enjoying the quiet.

That was, unfortunately, when she heard it.

The unmistakable roar of motorcycles echoed down the street.

Y/n's eyes slowly opened.

She stared toward the back door, listening as the engines grew louder before eventually cutting off.

A long sigh escaped her.

She should probably go inside.

She should probably figure out why a small army of motorcycles had just pulled up outside her house.

But she really, really didn't want to.

For once, she wanted to sit outside without having to deal with anyone.

So Y/n leaned her head back against the chair and closed her eyes again.

Maybe they'd leave.

Maybe they'd go away.

Maybe—

"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU PUT IT?!"

Y/n's eye twitched.

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