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"WHERE WERE YOU??" Aria asked, grabbing your chin until you met her eyes that are filled with anger, you gulped.

"I had a dinner with a friend.." you said looking away, she raised an eyebrow with the mention of 'friend', okay at this point she totally don't want to mess with your life but what friend? Like who? She don't expect you socialise much but you did? Or it just?

"Who exactly?"

You pursed your lips together, warm feelings on your cheeks, "It's.. sei" you muttered.

She didn't hear you properly, and asked you again, this time you said it louder, which happen to be a little to loud for the whole house to hear, everyone run downstair to see what commotion is happening.

"Sei? Is he a guy?" She asked, almost in a teasing tone, you know where she's heading next, alot more question gonna get asked to you, and you're not really in mood to answer all of these stupid question, since your leg is tired from the walk earlier.

You push aria foward, she look at you confusingly that why you suddenly push her away.

"Later, okay? I'm a bit tired.." you said, slowly making your way to the stair, which she just nod and continue doing her stuff, she know you weren't lying, looking at you physically, your body is actually tired, she also didn't apologize properly yet, that she forgot to bring your bag back, then you need to carry it everywhere, so she decides to stay silent until everything is alright.

. . . .

You sighed as you enter your room, switching the light turn off, after you throw away your bag aggresively on the floor.

You lie down your body on the bed, as the soft mattress touch your skin, you feel even more tired, you groaned just by remembering how messy your room is, you squinted your eyes scanning around your room thinking wether you should reset your room or just a quick clean.

"fuck it"

. . . .

You grab the wipe tissues as you wipe the nightstand that were next to your bed.

Organising the book, in your rack, followed by the height and size.

You wipe all the dust away in every corner in your room, and every furniture that exist in your prison.

"So hot.." you said, fanning yourself with your own hand.

After you vacuum what's under your carpet, you place the carpet on the floor, and put back the small table on top of it.

[ DISCONTINUED ] 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒. nagi seishiro Where stories live. Discover now