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❝ 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ? ❞
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"You want me to meet you at the end of the school day?" You spoke into the phone, putting the brush back into its pot before staring at your newly painted pink nails. "I moved back to Japan merely two weeks ago, and you're already asking to see me?"
You scoffed lightly, 'typical.'
A short sigh came from the other end of the line. "It's important, Y/n. The Commander specifically requested you for this job."
"Huh?" You raised an eyebrow, insanely intrigued by the seriousness in his tone. You kicked your feet onto your vanity, "What happened?"
"I'll explain when I see you."
"Of course," You sighed quietly. He was always like this. "Fine, I'll be there."
"Genda and Sakuma will meet you out the front and take you inside, don't be late."
"I won't, Yuuto. I actually missed those two, I can't say the same for you," You joked, letting your eyes land on a picture frame of the four of you when you were younger.
Kidou cracked a smile, "You were always more fond of Genda."
"And you were always more fond of Jirou," You said softly. A small silence fell on the line, you stood up and entered your walk in closet, "Well, I'll see you in a few hours."
"Likewise, I'll see you later."
With a hum you hung up the phone, placing it on the drawers as you scanned your clothes, running your fingers across each hanger and delicately caressing the expensive fabric that clung on so desperately.
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The classroom was empty, save for the three figures lounging on either a desk or chair. You, draped across the teacher's desk like a queen on her throne, idly twirled a strand of your perfect h/c hair. Across from you, Genda sat on the edge of a student's desk, kicking his feet back and forth with a playful glint in his eye.
"So," Genda began, his voice dripping with mock seriousness, "You're telling me you've never had to do your own laundry?"
You scoffed, your nose wrinkling in disdain. "Of course I have, Koujirou. My maid just does it for me now. Totally different."
Sakuma snorted from the teacher's seat, fiddling with the copious amounts of charms on your bracelet, specifically eyeing the new American flag next to the penguin charm he had gifted you. "Gosh, you're such a princess, Y/n. Honestly, how do you even function? Do you have to pay someone to help you tie your shoelaces?"
