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「Home Is Where Trauma Lives」
{Y/n} was sitting down at the dinner table, and she had bruises all over her face. Yuna looked over at her twin sister with a worried look. Shino snaps at her to focus back on her food rather than worry about her sister.
The man of the family sits down at the table looking at both his daughters with a smile as he digs in with all the food that was presented. Shino on the other end smacks her husband's head telling him to slow down.
Yuna and {Y/n} try not to laugh at their parents. Ryuuji laughs, telling his kids that it's ok to laugh when something is funny. Shino chuckles as well when both the young girls tag along.
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{Y/n} mouth was wide open when one of the maids informed her that Shidou and her will be sharing her room. She takes off her mask throwing it onto her bed. Shidou watched her put on another one with the words "fuck off" stitched on it. She flips him off before drawing out the curtain that shuts off her bed from the rest of the room.
Shidou looks at clothes that hang from the dresser. He assumed that he was supposed to wear what they had to offer. But who gives a shit, he wasn't changing to please the family.
{Y/n} on the other end takes her suitcase out and only changes her pants to one that has a lot of pockets and straps. She looks at her top and then at her suitcase. Naw for another day.
The female pushes the curtain back open seeing that Shidou didn't change either. "Lookin' hot, {Y/n}." He compliments
"Ass-"
Someone burst into her room... Two people busted into her room. Marina and Jay, both are close and make clothes together. So you can only assume they have the best style in the house. And they do. Marina is the second middle child while Jay is the youngest in the middle three.
"{Y/n} don't wear those clothes," Marina's words drop as she sees that no one changed into those old people's clothes.
"You look good, {Y/n}," Jay compliments. His eyes look down at someone sitting at {Y/n} desk. Jay grabs Marina's arm and walks away from the room. He winks while shutting the door.
