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⸻ "𝐀𝐘𝐔𝐌𝐈!" 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 from my sleep, making me groan as I rubbed my eyes.
"What do you want Satoru?" I grumbled, placing a pillow over my face, my brain pounding inside of my skull.
I heard him flop onto the loveseat near the end of me, "It's 3pm already, I draped a blanket over you when I left for my shoot and figured you'd be up by the time I got back... should've known better." He mumbled the last part.
I sat up, throwing the pillow at him, "Shut up, it was a long night." I grumbled, making him laugh.
"Aye I got some sink ass ink too, for free might I add." I grinned, standing up and lowering my pants slightly to show him my new tattoo.
My brother only rolled his eyes, "Who'd you have to blow for that?" He raised a brow.
My brows furrowed, followed by a scoff as I sat back down, "I'm not a whore, Satoru." I pouted, crossing my arms.
Why did he always assume the worst from me?
Well granted my track record...
"I was kidding, mostly-"
"Sure you were." I cut him off. "Anyways, I won the race last night, beat Noritoshi's ass too." I smiled.
Satoru raised a brow, "You saw him? How did that go?"
My brother always despised the boy while we were dating, but once he found out he cheated on me with my best friend, he loathed him.
Safe to say, I had to hold him back from beating the boy to a pulp so he wouldn't lose his job and wind up in prison.
I stood up, walking over to the kitchen and rummaging around in the fridge. "He was pissed that I beat him, I brake checked his ass at the last quarter mile so he definitely had his panties in a wad." I laughed.
A carton of strawberries caught my eye, and I happily took them, plopping them in my mouth as I sat up on the bar stool.
"Dude tried to tell me it was unfair, but I told him he was just mad because he got beat by the girl he still wanted to fuck." I shrugged my shoulders, pooping another strawberry in my mouth.
My brother choked on his own air, "Please tell me-"
"No Satoru, I didn't fuck him either." I rolled my eyes, already knowing what he was about to say.
"How'd you get that tattoo then?" He questioned, walking over to the counter and resting against it.
A smug smirked plastered on my face, "Sure you wanna know?"
