DAMN

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(Changing my wrighting style bc writing in 3rd person is kinda boring so I'll be using Y/N's POV in this chapter and maybe I'll use some of the other's point of views in other chapters idk guys😔

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(Changing my wrighting style bc writing in 3rd person is kinda boring so I'll be using Y/N's POV in this chapter and maybe I'll use some of the other's point of views in other chapters idk guys😔. IM JUST SO TIRED RN SCHOOL HAS DRAINED ME.)
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TW: smut, finger-fucking.

[Y/N]
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Being dragged into Rin's house was not what I was expecting, he could have greeted me first—but apparently not.

Once I entered, the door was shut behind me, causing a small gust of air to blow from behind me. I looked around the room, it was pretty spacious, not like I didn't expect it to be, he's apart of the Itoshi's after all. Taking my shoes off, I put them to the side, next to a pair of plain black Jordans— which I suppose was Rin's.

Looking around once again, I noticed Rin wasn't anywhere in sight, leaving me standing there like a lost duck. My eyebrows furrowed as a small scowl sneaked its way onto my lips.

'This emo cunt.'

I took a step forward before looking further in front of me, trying to see if he would be anywhere but I was out of luck. Taking a few steps forward I stopped, admiring the pictures on my left that were hung on the wall, one was an overly large photo with an older woman and an older man, which I presume were his parents. To my right was a large wooden staircase that led to the second floor with matching wooden railing.

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