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TW: SA, maybe some other sensitive topics I've missed

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「Findings」

Everyone had just gotten done eating breakfast and were now doing their own thing. Shidou honestly just chilled in {Y/n} rooms while she was out. The house was technically his as not a single soul was inside.

Since they didn't have a field for him to play in, he decided to just look around. And right now he was looking around in a room full of clothes mannequins, sewing machines, and other things people make clothes with.

He adventures around looking at the objects of clothes that were in the process of being made. The male's pink eyes lay upon the clothes that read "family clothes". Being curious he opens the clothes seeing each of the family members' names on bags full of clothes.

His pink eyes looked at the names on the bags, he wanted to find {Y/n} but it appeared it wasn't there– oh never mind he found it. Pulling it out of the clothes and unzipping the bag showing the clothes that were made for her.

Shidou pulls out all the clothes laying them on the table. The clothes were mostly black but one caught his eye when he pulled them out. It was a white dress, with a simple lace design on top as it drops on the bottom.

He could only imagine her with it on as she walked down the aisle– Just any aisle not one where she is walking toward him with a smile on her face. No. No, that's just too– disgusting, and romantic for them.

He puts the clothes away and walks out of the room like he was never there. He goes back to {Y/n} room as that was the last room he had to adventure into. Yes, he went through pretty much the whole house. It was almost night time and no one even walked through the door.

...

His brain told him, and his heart also told him. So what was he doing now you might ask? Looking through the one and only {L/n} {Y/n}'s room. He didn't find anything partially because most of her things were in her current room in the house.

He was going to give up when he found a book with a broken lock on it. Assuming it was her diary he opened it reading the first page.

「Diary Entries」

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