Undisclosed Desires

53. Boy Meets Evil

There is something about the male species. Aggressive in nature, rude, the insane thirst to dominate those weaker than them. But in reality, psychically "weaker" means nothing when a person's mind can break easily. Then, it doesn't matter how strong their muscles are.

Now, grant it, your taste in men and what you find repulsive in the gender is a thin line. Strong men, the type that can pin you up to a wall and fuck you senselessly, that's your type. But there is a difference between a protective man and one afraid to appear weak to the public.

Real strength doesn't have to be proven because everyone can see it. It's poised, refined, and respectful—attractive as hell.

The Inarizaki is a perfect example of individuals who have power beyond your comprehension but never need brute force to get it or prove it. That type of leadership builds solid relationships and trust.

Johzenji, on the other hand, is reckless, crass, and downright pathetic if you're being honest.

Weak men are easy to spot, making you want to bite their tiny egos and spit them out.

This moment, for instance, as the stranger with slicked-back hair, a frown on his face, stares you down in the kitchen, like it's supposed to scare you or something.

"Make yourself useful and make me something to eat, sugar." He breaks the silence.

Roaring scoff releases from your lips at his pathetic demand, "do I look like your fucking maid? Do it yourself."

His eyebrows furrow with confusion, unsure what to do with your comeback. But just like weak-minded men, they always choose violence to assert "dominance."

"I can do it!" Misaki yells, coming to rescue as she sees the man raise his hand at you, attempting to hit you. "Miss Y/N is a guest here. I'll make you something."

The young woman is trembling at the sight of the man raising his hand at you. You, on the other hand, are unfazed. If a person gets offended by a simple remark, they are not as strong as they think.

"What's going on, babe?" Terushima walks into the commotion, oblivious as always.

"I was just introducing myself to your friend." Your piercing eyes turn to a fake flutter towards Terushima.

"Great, this is Towada." The meeting mush has gone well if they came back here.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Towada." You give your fakest customer service smile towards the frowning man. "If your hungry, you're welcome to make yourself something to eat."

"Why can't Hana do it?" Terushima and Misaki look at you with an "it's her job" look.

"Oh, c'mon, babe, she's too busy to worry herself on something so petty. Let's go, Misaki." Your smirking gaze meets the stranger's eyes once more, and you see it. His eyelids grow as he harshly swallows down his pride, knowing you weren't afraid of him.

Hand and hand with Misaki, you can feel her entire body trembling at the way you talked back to them. Which makes your hate for this household grow even more.

"I'll protect you. You don't have to be afraid anymore." You whisper to her as the two of you enter your room.

Why would anyone come back to this god-forsaken fortress? Your return confused her. But then she saw the rage in your eyes, the one matching her own. She figured it out quickly.

You tried to convince her against helping you, not wanting to put her in danger. But like you, she is much stronger than she looks, refusing to take no for an answer.

Misaki is in charge of every aspect of this household, including the mail. So getting a message to someone would be simple enough.

"How will you sneak out?" She curiously asks. A week passed, and the message should have gotten delivered. You weren't expecting a reply. But you knew he'd show.