Begin Again • Kyojuro Rengoku

|Chapter 31|

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE:

(Y/N) hurriedly ran down the stairs, almost tripping in the process as she hears the melodic voice of her older sister, which she had missed very much.

A wide smile plastered on her lips as her eyes caught sight of the pink locks of hair atop of Mitsuri's head.

"Nee-San!" She practically squealed at the top of her lung, lunging in to press Mitsuri in a bear hug.

The older Kanroji smiled in delight, a chuckle escaping her lips as she ruffles (Y/N)'s hair, "Hiya, Sis. Did you miss me that much?"

Behind them was Kyojuro Rengoku, who helped carry Mitsuri's bags inside.

(Y/N) only managed to catch a glimpse of him, but something tells her that he wasn't his usual self.

'Is Rengoku-Sensei alright? He doesn't look alright to me.'

Although Rengoku may be hot, both literally and figuratively, the redness in his cheeks and the way his skin looked pale had (Y/N) concerned.

He looked restless and undeniably hot, and that is not in good way.

Before she could ask him about him, she clamped her mouth shut when Mitsuri started rambling about her adventure.

"You won't believe what happened while I was there, Sis! I even bought some souvenirs- Surprise, suprise! They're all anime merch."

While Kyojuro loaded the rest of Mitsuri's things onto the front, Mitsuri and (Y/N) settled in the living room.

Once he was finished, he joined the two sisters, and Mitsuri beamed warmly to welcome him.

"Rengoku-Sensei! Thank you so much for helping me carry all these. I told you it wasn't necessary- I could've carried them all myself!" She smiles at him.

Kyojuro knew this for a fact: Never underestimate Mitsuri's strength, she's as strong as a sumo wrestler.

But he insisted he should help, since he wanted a reason so see (Y/N).

He wasn't going to admit that, though. No Infront of (Y/N)'s older sister.

Kyojuro rubbed the nape of his neck, a small nervous smile tilted up his lips as he replies, "O-Oh! It was mo big deal! You had a lot of things packed in here, anyways. It's a good thing that I helped."

Mitsuri gave (Y/N) all the merch and collectibles she's earned, and urged for her little sister to organize them in her room.

She reasoned that since Kyojuro was already around, it would be a good opportunity to discuss about this.

It took some convincing, but Mitsuri was able to persuade (Y/N) to go to her room and occupy herself.

The air was tense and heavy, and she was now alone with Kyojuro. She looked at him with a straight face that had Kyojuro's heart beating frantically againts his chest.

His mind raced like a tidal wave, sweat slowly forming on his forehead.

Kyojuro glanced at everything except Mitsuri's gaze, afraid that he'd be caught once he looks at her in the eye.

'Does she know about the incident?'

'Did (Y/N) tell her anything?'

'Wait... Did Tengen tell her anything? I swear to God-'

"Sooo... Let's talk business!" The tenseness in the air was gone, suddenly being replaced by the cheerfulness in Mitsuri's tone of voice.

She clasps her hands together, a wide smile plastered on her face. Kyojuro looked at her, perplexed and all.

'Oh... So she doesn't know I love her sister. Good, good.'

"O-Oh right." He breathes out.

Mitsuri picks up her phone and begins to scroll.

After a little while of searching, she eventually found the image she was looking for. It was a dessert with excessive decorations and colored in (Favorite Colour).

"Alright! So, you already know that (Y/N)'s birthday is in three days. And I love my sister to bits, so I'm going to throw her a birthday party. I need to find this exact cake."

Kyojuro looked at the piece more closely. Apart from it being extravagant and cute, he's noticed that there's a small tag on the bottom of the picture.

"There's the stores name on the bottom. I can drive and get this one if you want." Kyojuro offered, leaving Mitsuri in a squealing fit.

She waved a hand at him dismissively, "You don't have to, Sensei! I can pick it up myself." Mitsuri tried to explain, but Kyojuro was persistent.

"I insist." He smiled at her, then wiped the small sweat that was forming on the nape of his neck. "You'll be busy decorating anyways, and this one's a thirty minute drive. I'll be able to grab it."

Feeling a little hesitant, but utterly grateful, Mitsuri gave Kyojuro a small smile. "Thank you, Rengoku-Sensei. Although, I have to ask..."

Kyojuro raised a brow, urging for her to continue. He immediately regretted his decision as he saw Mitsuri's brows wriggle suggestively.

"Why are you going this far just for my littke sister? Do you l-"

Mitsuri wasn't able to finish her question as she was interrupted by the sound of Kyojuro's coughing. She turned to look at him, eyes wide in surprise.

"Oh my! Rengoku-Sensei, you look like your close to fainting." Mitsuri gave Kyojuro a pat on the back to comfort him.

Kyojuro heaved in and out, breath shaking as he tries to shake the dizzyness he was feeling. "I'm fine, Mitsuri. I just feel a little under the weather." He reassures her.

Mitsuri didn't look all too convinced, concern written on her face for her friend. She presses her palm on his forehead, and surprised at the immense heat that was radiating off of him.

She quickly turned to grab him a glass of water. "Y'know what, Sensei- You don't have to pick up the cake, I'll just have Tengen or Gyomei pick it up for me. You're burning up."

"N-No!" Kyojuro quickly composed himself. "I'm fine, really! I just need to sleep this off and get some Advil. I promise I'm fine, Mitsuri." He reassures her one last time.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

Kyojuro wasn't going to let this opportunity aside, plus he wanted to be the one to bring the cake on (Y/N)'s birthday.

He also planned on picking up a special something along the way, Kyojuro thought that (Y/N) might like it.

And so, he is ready to travel through lengths of horrid driving and headache on the road just to see the glimmer in (Y/N)'s eyes.

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