𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 [𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐭.]

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦𝟎𝟐: ̗̀➛

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨

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"𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺."

― 𝘙𝘶𝘮𝘪

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- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘂𝘅 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗻
 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿,
 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱-
 𝗻𝗼, 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝘇𝗲 -

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he barged through the door, frantically scanning the house. looking down to see if her shoes were there, the shoes he hated . fortunately, they were. he sighed a breath of relief .

he ran up the stairs, running down the hall and stopping at her door, the door he despised . he stopped for a second, before opening the door. he sighed a breath of relief, his baby sister was there.

tears filled his eyes, he sprinted into the room. embracing his little sister in a tight hug, the little sister he envied. "'m so sorry, please forgive me" he hid his face in the crook of her neck. mumbling over and over again.

"michi?" she murmured, she felt his tears glide down her neck as he sobbed. "michi?" she asked again, slightly louder. the boy looked up, is blue hues locking in with her own.

"you're bleeding..." she wiped blood from his (facial) cheeks. he reached up, touching his face, he quickly wiped all reminisce of blood, tears, and snot from his face with his shirt.

"yeah, i am..." he got up from his knees, bowing to the girl. "i'm sorry i've been such a shitty brother." he said, raising his voice a tad bit to make sure the girl heard him. 

"please clean up first" she said, looking at his figure with pitiful eyes. takemichi retreated out of the room, running into the bathroom to clean up as the girl said. 

[name] got up from her seat, closing and locking her door. she grabbed a few tissues from her desk, wiping her brother's tears from her neck. she changed into her sleep clothes, and continued her work.