𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 ┊✿┊ k. akabane

2. WHAT DO THEY KNOW?

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❝ 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩,
𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩,
𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ❞

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y/n was sitting beside saori on her bed. saori was holding her pillow to her chest and staring at her sheets, meanwhile y/n looking up at the ceiling, thinking. the situation was still unbelievable. saori, of all people. "do you know how many weeks in you are?" y/n asked, to which saori shook her head.

"i just found out about it, like, a week ago... took a test because i had a feeling i was pregnant, even though i really didn't want to believe it," she explained. "that's as far as i've gotten with all of this."

understandable.

"have you told anyone else?" she shook her head again. "do you think mom's going to talk to you anytime soon?" she shrugged.

"...so like, how did it even happen?"

saori let out a nervous sigh. "well, it definitely wasn't intentional. it just...happened. i didn't really want to do it, but i would've felt like shit if i stopped him. not only that, but he probably would've gotten mad at me, or something."

hearing that triggered something in y/n. she could already see isamu being the type to either guilt trip saori or lash out on her for not complying. "what a dick," she said after scoffing. "seriously, i don't know what you see in that guy."

"he's trying his best, okay? sometimes he needs a shoulder to cry on, and i want to be there for him whenever he needs someone."

"but has he ever been there for you whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on?" y/n thought to herself. she was tempted to ask her that exact same question, but she didn't want to make her feel worse than she already did. "...i still don't get it, but i won't question you on it too much, i guess."

the grip saori had on her pillow tightened. "just trust me...i swear he's not that bad. and even if he turns out to be bad, i can fix him."

"said every delusional girl ever." saori had a kind heart, but people always took advantage of it. there was no way in hell y/n was taking her word on this guy. she wasn't that smart, but she wasn't stupid either, and she wan't about to be fooled by some guy with entitlement issues.

"there are several things wrong with that sentence, saori," y/n remarked, but her sister didn't seem to be listening. "all i'm going to say is that there are people out there actually worthy of your attention."

saori didn't respond. of course she was choosing to be stubborn.

"i'm saying this because i care about you; you know that." still no response. the silence was almost deadly. y/n let out an annoyed sigh and stood up. "i'm just going to give you time to think about that. goodnight; i love you."

"love you too," she uttered. "goodnight."

y/n walked out of her bedroom, shutting the door behind her and walking back into her room.

it was unbelievable. she just let isamu wrap her around his fucking finger, and she didn't seem to have an issue with it. was it a coping technique? or was she really just that delusional? maybe she was clueless.

but wasn't it common sense to not allow people to go against your boundaries? why was it so hard for her to just put her foot down? he didn't treat her with any respect, yet she adored him. it was weird. it wasn't like y/n had ever been in a relationship though, so did she really have any room to talk?