𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴, 𝑩𝑵𝑯𝑨!𝑽𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝒙 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

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𝙒𝗛𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗦𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗡𝗧, from their crazy ex-girlfriend would leave oneself questioning what love was? I mean, you've only talked to him for a day. your mom and dad still sleep in the same bed. They had two children at appropriate ages so, as of right now your definition of love was correct. But your chest felt tight, like if you didn't say 𝘪𝘵 or 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 you'll burst.

"𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗺 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲...? "

The car came to an abrupt stop. Causing your dad, 𝗥𝗲𝗻 L/n head to turn into a bull, since that was his quirk, and your mom 𝗔𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗶 L/n to freeze in her seat. 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. I mean it was a personal question but with 𝙮𝙤𝙪 it's going to be expected. Rolling your eyes at their unguarded nature, you stare out the window pulling your duffle bag closer to your chest.

Glancing at you sideways was your elementary schooled brother, 𝗥𝗶𝗸𝘂 L/n, "why– did someone confess to you again!" Riku gasped, shaking your body side to side with his unnatural strength. Riku couldn't believe his older sister had 3 years of confessions!  "AGAIN?!" Your still, bull headed father exclaimed steam puffing out of his wet nose, "What boy in their right mind thought the end of Junior High School was okay to confess to you?"

Taking notice of the way your mom held his hand to comfort him... Ren continued to ramble on with a hushed tone. "As if they had the chance to talk to you. With those pea sized brains, I mean." No one could stop your dad from talking, u̶n̶l̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶w̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ m̶o̶m̶  and, right now she wasn't far from reminding him to focus on the road.

"𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗺? "

𝗛–𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 at your desk, shaping a small pile of snow into a sculpture of Riku. Sense, he did resemble a lot of mom. The the light blue hair that was 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 cut into a bowl cut. The Hazel eyes that contrasted/matched with your (E/C) ones. "𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜?" You question even going as far to raise an eyebrow, remembering the many times he came home crying because the boys called Riku a sea monster for his 'unnatural' hair color.

"What kind of teacher calls a kid's hair 'unnatural' just because of its color?" you asked, sparking a conversation with the finished head sculpture of Riku on your desk. A safe distance from the high school applications you still need to complete.

Awkwardly diverting your eyes from said papers, you push away from the neatly organized desk, letting a long groan pass your full/plump/wide/thin lips. Reminiscing on the adventure with your younger brother two days ago.

                                                                                𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 

                                               

The sound of shoes smacking against the concrete ground echoed through the bustling streets of Musutafu. "𝙊𝙛 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙍𝙞𝙠𝙪 𝙪𝙥?!" You internally exclaimed as you were already getting weird looks from strangers going by their day. ああ、くそ! (Oh, shit!) You cussed as you fell on top of someone with green hair.

Author: This is how I thought the head sculpture was presented, but made out of snow and hand sized.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 🕷