fully yours | t. muichiro ✓

chapter 20

"I got the recordings!"

"What happens on chapter twenty?! You can't do this to me, Mitsuri!"

"Shut it, you unflamboyant dumbass."

"I do not wanna hear it from your ass, Tengen. All three of your wives peg you. Where's your father?"

"What's pegging?"

"..."

"Oh, it's when--"

"Shut. The fuck. Up. Tengen."

"... Let's just start the recordings! But before we do so, there's something important we must say!"

"We do not condone any of the actions performed in this chapter, neither do we encourage them. Performing actions done in this chapter is dangerous and could result in you getting severely hurt. Please do not go out and mimic any of what Y/N does in the first part of this chapter."

"Wait, what does Y/N do?! Mitsuri!"

"Let's go on, now!"

<< SELECTING POV... >>
<< POV SELECTED: Y/N L/N >>
<< MUSIC DISC INSERTED!! >>
<< NOW PLAYING: VILLAIN DIES - (G)I-DLE >>
<< CALIBRATING... >>

Well, this is awkward. I think it would be really funny if I just yelled "cope" or some shit right now, but I don't think that would be very appropiate.

Using the back of my foot, I swing the bathroom door shut behind me. "Hey!..." Muichiro probably understands the current situation.

Unfortunately, my parents aren't that dumb. "Y/N, who's in there?" My mother asks.

Can Muichiro pass for a girl? No fucking way I'm sharing my mascara. No eye infections for me today.

"Just a friend!" I'm smiling ear to ear right now, praying that these fuckers don't realize the red ass hickey on my neck. "I'm gonna... help him out right now!"

I don't give them a chance to yell at me before I walk back into the bathroom and lock the door shut. Muichiro gives me this panicked look.

And then my straightener comes into view.

Plugging it into the wall, I set it onto the bathroom counter before I walk up to Mui. I'm like whisper-shouting at this point, 'cause shit's about to hit the fan. "Mui, do not tell them you're my boyfriend."

He nods, his eyes wandering to the straightener. "Why are you doing your hair now?!" Still whispering, of course.

"It's not for my hair." I pull the heatened iron to my neck, hovering above the hickey. "I just need to hold this down for awhile, and it'll look like a burn."

Muichiro yanks my wrist away from my neck "No! That's gonna hurt like hell! You can use the hoodie to cover it!"

"And risk it slipping? Fuck no." I sigh, holding the straightener near my neck. "Could you hold my hand?"

Count on Muichiro to go the extra mile. He holds my hand tightly, using his other arm to wrap around my waist as he whispers small praises to me. "I'm sorry Y/N. I love you so much. You're so strong." Stuff like that.

As I place the straightener onto the hickey, a small whine escapes my lips as I wince in pain. I squeeze Muichiro's hand tightly while he whispers small encouragements and sweet nothings in my ear.