𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐

HAVE WE EVER MET BEFORE?

«I do not really want to know details, zip it»Shinobu cooed, leaving her bedroom with a huge suitcase. She had kindly offered to help her with her clothes and she, unfortunately, found herself in a neverending loop of giggles and sighs. Clarice already languished for the man she loathed with every inch of her heart, for the one who was the main cause of their tiffs in the past. What a pity.

Mitsuri rolled her eyes and plopped down on the bed, squeezing the stuffed fox Clarice's grandfather had gifted her with on her seventh birthday. She loved it, he always called her little fox. She could not picture herself getting emotional while packing for college. For someone who claimed to be not affected by feelings, she was barely keeping herself together. It was about minutes she bursted out crying her eyes out.

«Ugh, poor Shinobu, she must be in pain... Jealousy and envy blind her!» Mitsuri stated, staring up at the ceiling.

Clarice pulled out a white family album from a drawer of her wardrobe and glanced up at her «It's okay, don't mind her. – she calmly said – She's right. Plus, I've probably made things worse with that stupid kiss» she reasoned, standing up and walking over your desk.
How stupid of her to think that kissing someone who had a crush on her could help them get over a rejection. The brunette regretted it, but she hoped Shinobu would eventually move on. She cared about her friend.

Mitsuri gaped and jumped on her feet, pink and green braids whipping her face. Well, suddenly, talking about the dirty things and the positions Douma and her had done was not embarrassing anymore.

«What have you just said? Did you kiss her? O my God! You two are so cute!» she beamed, hiding her face behind her hands in joy.

Clarice opened the album and flipped the pages to find a picture she truly wanted to have in her agenda during the next years at the college, but she did not pay attention at her friend giggling around her. She literally rooted for everybody. Clarice did not mind it, but her cheeks were turning pink and sweat beaded her forehead.

«Yeah, I did. Can you help me out, please? I can't find the picture we took at the lake last year...» she complained, pouting. She was sure she had put it in that specific album. She considered her friends as part of her family, after all. It made sense.

'The perks of having a dysfunctional family and, probably, an addictive and toxic realtionship with my former English professor... Ugh, daddy issues' the blue-eyed girl noted, a faint smile adorning her glossy lips.

Mitsuri clapped her hands and walked up to her. Her big green eyes studying her face in search for the slightest sign of weakness. Oh, she knew what Kanroji was trying to do.

«Do you like Shinobu? I mean, you've kissed and she's been your friend since you were born, but... Do you find her attractive? She's hot and you could make such a powerful squad!» she asked, grasping her hand and holding it among her tiny ones.

«Gosh, Mitsuri! No... I mean, she's a wonderful friend and she is beautiful, indeed. – Clarice objected, darting her eyes on the photographs again – Yet, we wouldn't work. Our relationship is destined to be a great, unbreakable friendship. I love Douma» she said, noticing that the photograph she was looking for was not the only one missing from her album.

What the Hell had happened? It looked like someone had tore them from the black pages. How awkaward. Still, she had no time to waste, so she decided to just shut it close and look for them later on.