🎆「 You led an ordinary life as a typical girl, deeply engrossed in the world of anime and manga, with a profound love for martial arts. Sadly, your parents had died, leaving you to navigate the world on your own. You bore the qualities of shyness...
I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU PRETEND I AM — CHAPTER #62 — YOU KNOW WHO YOU PRETEND I AM
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The third day came, and with it, your mood soured even further. You were sick, exhausted, and fed up, but today's frustration was rooted in something—or rather, someone—specific. Tengen Uzui and his wives came to visit. Normally, you wouldn't have minded the presence of Tengen, Makio, or Hinatsuru—they were fine, easy to tolerate.
But Suma?
Oh, Suma.
THAT DAMN NASTY HOE.
"..." You were glaring daggers at her from across the room, your eyes narrowing as she awkwardly shifted under your intense gaze. Of all the people to show up while you were bedridden, sick, and grumpy, why did it have to be her? She was already giving you that innocent, teary-eyed look, the one that usually made others forgive her, but you were having NONE of it.
HOW DARE SHE EVEN VISIT YOU?!
"Hey (Y/N)!!! How's my baby doing?" Makio arrived with energy, happy to greet you.
"Hello (Y/N). I hope we're not making you tired by our presence..." Hinatsuru came in second, already feeling guilty since she was sensing that perhaps they were going to be too energetic for you.
"Hi, princess!" Uzui smirked at you, his smile looking more charming than usual. "Are you doing good?"
"...I suppose." You answered him but your eyes did not stop gazing daggers at the ugly creature called Suma.
"Aw, that's nice to hear!" He ruffled your head, snickering at your face. You looked funny. "(Y/N), come on! Smile a little!" He tried tickling you but nothing worked.
"What if I try this?!" Makio began playing with your face, trying to make you smile but the results were the same.
Hinatsuru gave you an apologetic concerned look, clearly used to her husband's and wives antics by now. "We're really sorry for barging in like this. Tengen thought it would lift your spirits."
"It's alright." You replied dryly, not really paying much of attention to her words.
...
Suma, visibly nervous, shuffled forward and dropped to her knees, clasping her hands together as if in prayer. "WAHHH!!! I'M SO, SO SOOORRYYYY!" she wailed, her voice high-pitched and shaky. "I—I didn't mean to vomit on you the last time! It was an accident! I s-swear! I just got too excited, and my stomach couldn't handle the celebration—"
"No."
You tuned her out.
You didn't care.
At all.
You did not give a single FUCK about what she had to say to you.
Suma continued, her voice rising in desperation. "PLEASEEEEEE, (Y/N)! WAHHHH, forgive me! I've been feeling awful ever since! I swear I'll make it up to you!" She threw herself forward, pressing her forehead to the floor in a deep bow, practically groveling at your feet.
