Even when you hurt me a million times, I will always come back crawling 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔.
: ̗̀➛ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎
CW: Mentions of potential Lemon, strong Language, and Angst.
- L/n Y/n met an old foe, Itoshi Sae, and it was rather the most unpleasant reun...
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╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ♡ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙻𝚎𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝙸
╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ♡ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯
You recoiled at the icy touch of his hands and retorted, "It's none of your business." Striding purposefully toward Itoshi Sae's car.
He, intimately acquainted with your troubled past, was not just a witness but a significant participant in those youthful misadventures.
The nostalgia of adolescent folly lingered in the air.
Upon settling into the driver's seat, you promptly tossed the documents onto his lap.
"Here." You curtly remarked.
"Thanks." Came his concise acknowledgment.
The journey to the club's headquarters unfolded in an uncomfortable silence, the weight of unspoken history hanging palpably in the air.
Exiting the car, the stillness was interrupted by the familiar chime of your phone, signaling a message that seemed to emanate from none other than Isagi Yorumi.
Your visage twisted in disdain as you unlocked your phone to read the suspect message, further complicating an already tense atmosphere.
Send a Message to Unknown Number
Unknown Number: Hey Y/n! It's been so long! I just want to tell you that you're invited to our reunion party next month, please reply if you're willing to come and I'll inform you when and where. Most of us are going to be there! Please take time to consider, we know things weren't so great before. Take care!
The audacity.
You scoffed disdainfully, swiftly powering down your phone and nonchalantly slipping it into your pocket.
The audacity of her to reach out as if the past held no weight.
An invitation to a reunion party arrived, a prospect you knew would only thrust you into an atmosphere marred by the echoes of her past transgressions.
She seemingly assumed that time had smoothly stitched the wounds she inflicted, oblivious to the enduring scars etched into almost half of your life.
The mere thought of her actions kindled a deep-seated resentment, manifesting in a subtle brow furrow.
Itoshi Sae couldn't resist a glance at your phone, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.
