❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 . . .❞
ꗃ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a boy who became the birth of the Malevolent Tyrant, The founder of Artistry Fortress but no matter how soared up he was above t...
If the universe didn't need you, you wouldn't be here. ᓚᘏᗢ • ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
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| Chapter VII |
THE PAST
The downpour of the raindrops and the scent of petrichor lingering at the atmosphere, the complete silence of your home gives you solace at some point.
You watch from a window, fogged droplets hitting the glass, two souls dancing at the rain,ah , it was the siblings, your friends playing in the rain while you scribble into your textbooks, a lone smile crawls to your face, you wish you could join them...
" What are you doing all sulking over here n/n? "
Ichihara said leaning at the doorframe arms cross over his chest with a neutral face.
" Ah! ichi-san..i was just finishing my textbooks we can train in a bit though..! "
" That's not what i implied my dearest.."
You perked up confused at his words as you roll your spinning chair facing your coach.
" Huh.. what do you mean by that ichi-san? "
" What i meant is why don't you go outside and play like a normal kid should! "
