(Obsessed with Lookism rn but gotta make this story first, who knows, maybe I'll make a Lookism story)
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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Until I found you
"Heaven~
When I held you again~
How could, we ever just be friends?~
I would~ rather die than— let you go...~
Juliet to your Romeo~
How I heard— you— say~
"I would never fall in love, again till I find her"~
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"Mademoiselle Chiori, are you sure you'd like to go back there?"
Her assistant asked in a nervous tone, careful to not touch any trauma strings.
"Yes, and don't question further, I need to go back there as soon as possible."
"Very well, I'll book an advance ticket and pack—"
Chori, her gaze softening, looked at the assistant, nodding, assuring that everything else has been taken care of.
And the rest of the day, all Chiori could ponder about was what happened during her last visit...
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-3 years ago-
Upon landing on the port of Yokohama, the place where she was birthed, she had still remebered every single thing that happened.
Memories flashed by as she watched every street that passed by with her small black sunglasses.
"So, Miss Chiori, long time no see."
The driver looked at her through the rear
mirror.
"Agreed, it has been long, after all, Odasaku."
The said male just flashed a grin, looking back at the road and turning to the left.
"Y'know, Osamu missed you a lot when you were away, also, he's been buying your brands ever since a Chioriya opened in Yokohama."
The brunette smiled, looking right at the mirror.
"I know, I too, have missed him a bit. Received the clothes I sent?"
"Very much so, still in perfect condition, wanna see a picture?"
Oda didn't hesitate to take out his wallet mid-driving and show it to her.
The button up was a top-notch, the vest complimenting the shirt. The belt was made from a rare leather which only certain people had knowledge of, the black edgy pants that Chiori sent as a joke really got along with the outfit.
And sherry on top, a black coat and Dazai's little cheeky smile.
"Just as I expected, little Osamu looks wonderful in it. He's seen the secret pockets inside the coat, right?"
The response was a light chuckle, followed by putting back the wallet and focusing back on the road.
"Yes, he's known everything about the outfit right after you gave it to him. He's been wearing the same thing ever since."
"So that's why you asked for duplicates?"
"Can't have him wear the same, unwashed, stinky clothes everyday."
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