𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 [ 𝐒. 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚. ]

Chapter 18

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"I always knew something was up with that man," You said as you leaned against the red velvet couch in the living room of the mansion.

Yurio turned off his phone as he took a seat in front of you, "Well, you were around 6 when he and mom were still on good terms," He said as he rest his legs up on the coffee table in front of him.

Hearing this made you raise your eyebrow, "Eh? What happened between Reigen and Mom?" You asked, getting intrigued between the past of Reigen with your family.

"When dad died, Mom got really depressed. And around that time, Reigen was trying to cheer her up, the moment when Reigen decided to do that mom was really drunk and said some hurtful things to Reigen. This made the man stop talking to her for a really long time, not until last year when they made up," He explained.

Your eyebrows rose up with the information, "Okay? So, how come I didn't know that he's our uncle?" You asked.

"You were still a little kid, you two used to be so close, (Y/n)," He paused as he chuckled, Yurio continued with his story, "I remember when you were five years old- your partner didn't show up for the dance program in your school, Reigen come up on the stage and danced with you as your partner. It was really cute," He said, smiling at the fond memory he had with you and Reigen dancing together.

"I don't remember that!" You complained.

"Guess you got the forgetfulness from dad," He said laughing afterwards.

"Though, not going to lie, the story you said was so cute inside my head. I imagine it so well," You said with a small smile on your lips.

"Maybe that's your memory," He said with a smug smirk.

You glared at him as you threw the couch pillow at him, "Memory and Imagination are different from- oh, wait, you're right. It is a memory!" You said as your face lit up.

"Dumb," He said rolling his eyes as he threw the pillow back at you.

Upon hearing that, you glared at him.

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Shigeo waited patiently outside the (L/n) household. He was holding the box of chocolate cookies dearly, making sure not to ruin the design of the cookies. He had already rang the doorbell thrice, and still no one has answered the door for him.

He saw that the parking lot of the house was empty, so he guessed that your older brother went out to buy something, leaving you alone in the house. Sick.