𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗔𝗚𝗘

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - UNJUST DESIRES

The voice wasn't welcoming, in fact, my blood went cold at the sound of his words. Tatsuki didn't greet us with the same disdain the woman did — but rather a lazy smirk. He was relaxed and his hair a bit disheveled — from what, I did not know. Somehow, his appearance was like mine. I say somehow because this man had a clear and disturbing way of thinking and I found myself disgusted with his actions.

I'm absolutely certain Yuuta felt the same, likely comparing my hair to the man before us or even my eyes, which were like little mirrors of his own. It was almost a reason for me to turn around and descend the stairs of the building in shame from being so overly intimidated by his presence. When I looked to Yuuta, however, he seemed almost just as alarmed — but rather than fear, he was showing a hint of irritation.

He cared for me more than I could've ever believed. But that was the same way with most other people... he wasn't an exception to my insecurity, unfortunately, but he was willing to help me.

"Oh, you've developed quite a bit since I saw you, given you were less than half the size you were now..." The man said, watching us two with a faint grin. His hand lifted to his chin, fingers scratching at the surface as he took in every detail of Yuuta and I — likely taking in the details I inherited from my mother and questioning who this boy was next to me. Yuuta was not apart of my family, so naturally he seemed a little conflicted about his appearance beside me.

"He's a bit gaunt." Tatsuki said, eyes flickering over to my classmate. "I don't remember your mother having twins, so close friend? Boyfriend?" It was only then when I noticed the grey pieces within his head of hair, they were slightly dry and salted on different spots of his head — his grayness also brought a bit of thinning. "If she's anything like her mother she'll be a handful — "

"I'm a classmate and a friend." Despite the slight feeling of sadness brought by his description of me — I still felt thankful that he'd cut the man before me off. I could hardly believe he was my father — even to myself, I didn't want to refer to him as such. "Classmate? Don't tell me you're both at that Jujutsu school in Tokyo...? Or Kyoto... Or..." He trailed off glancing at us with skepticism, he waved the woman (the one to open the door) away and leaned into the doorframe.

"You two want answers right? Or really just (Y/N)..." Tatsuki muttered, turning to the door. Slowly, he peeled back a few pieces of paper that stuck to the door — at first glance, you wouldn't have noticed their presence, but this was likely thwarted talisman that woman mentioned... the one that kept us both out, oddly enough. "You may not get the ones you want, so be prepared..." I furrowed my brows at his compliance — I figured he'd be more stubborn than this... I could tell Yuuta though the same. "As long as we get answers." He said, sternly. It almost amazed me to think that Yuuta was once a fearful boy at the beginning of this same year — a few months ago even. But no, he was strong and ready to protect... me.

"Perfect, then be prepared to hear a bunch of chaos."

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I was uncomfortable. The environment; the woman staring me down; my father making himself a glass of some type of alcohol; the occasional glances I'd receive from my classmate... and, of course, the overbearing silence interrupted, finally, by my father clearing his throat.

"You came here to ask questions, but all I hear is silence." All eyes turned to me, my father turning with a cup of brownish liquid in his hand — he sipped it while staring me down. I didn't have much prepared, to be honest.

"Start at the beginning." I managed out, a bit of anxiety evident in my tone but no one spoke on it, thankfully.

"Which?" Tatsuki returned, smirking. "Yours." I answered, trying to be as stern as he was.