A glimpse of a girl's journey for happiness in a familiar, yet unfamiliar world, working to help a family of exorcists come together as a family.
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"𝙸𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞."
"𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗...
I realized there weren't interactions between the reader, Hanako, and Yashiro lately so I apologize for that TT
This story is based on the Minamoto family. Teru especially, but that doesn't mean that Hanako, Yashiro, etc. won't be appearing in the story. (It is a reader X various after all, lol)
There will be a lot of interactions between Hanako, Yashiro, and the reader next chapter.
Something important is going to be happening next chapter. Wink.
If you want, consider this chapter as a bonus chapter!
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6:28 p.m.
Two students from Kamome Gakuen entered the arcade, air tense. Every now and then the two students were spotted glaring at each other, yet one of them acted friendly in front of others.
The girl beside the friendly one looked as if her head were always up in the clouds. She talked to herself quite a lot, it seemed, but was still nice to those around her.
The people there were intrigued by the two.
They looked sort of like a married couple, bickering and sending each other "friendly" threats every now and then.
It got everyone interested in what they were up too.
"Bet you can't hit the jackpot with this one!" A girl with h/c locks leaned against a claw machine. She let out a small smirk and glanced at a tall, blue eyed male whose smile was dangerously close to breaking apart, currently cracking.
The male was running out of patience for the potential supernatural. He could just drag her out of the arcade and tie her up with his prayer beads again.
But he had made a deal with her, and it was the only way he could really keep her under control.
How did they end up here again?
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4:10 p.m.
You had just gotten out of the art room and was heading toward the student council room.
'Damn you, Teru.'
This morning he had supposedly asked you to come to the student council room as the principal had requested. Obviously you were very, very thrilled to help out with the council.
Very, to the point you were sighing, walking around like a zombie to your destination.
You were never really involved with anything school related back in your world. You had poor attendance, low grades, and an attitude that got people feeling weary of you. Even those close to you.
