𝒀/𝑵'𝒔 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚: 𝒀𝒖𝒋𝒊, 𝑴𝒚 𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑬𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 1: 𝑨 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓

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𝑬𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒅𝒆 1: 𝑨 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓

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I gazed across the dinner table at my bro, Satoru, looking ridiculously handsome in his civvies - a crisp white shirt and fitted jeans, a departure from his usual Jujutsu High Tokyo Tech teacher's uniform. His piercing blue eyes sparkled with amusement behind those signature black sunglasses. His snow-white hair was perfectly styled, and his chiseled features seemed almost otherworldly in the soft lighting of the fancy restaurant.

"So, what's the real reason for this fancy dinner, Satoru-nii?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "You wouldn't just treat me to my favorite food on some random day in a fancy restaurant." I mean, come on, my bro never did anything without a motive.

Satoru-nii chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Come on, Y/N, don't be so skeptical. Can't a brother treat his sweet sister?" My heart skipped a beat. Did he just call me sweet? That was a warning sign – he definitely wanted a favor from me.

I raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across my face. "Are you sure?" I teased, my voice dripping with mock innocence. Satoru-nii's lips curled into a sly grin. "Maybe one favor," he admitted, his eyes glinting with amusement. Yeah, I knew it.

As we devoured our Ramen and sweets, I couldn't help but notice the attention we were getting. My black dress was on point, showcasing my toned physique, and my piercing blue eyes and snow-white hair (thanks, genetics!) – matching Satoru-nii's – drew admiring glances from the males in the restaurant. They were openly simping for me, their gazes lingering on my curves.

Meanwhile, Satoru-nii was being his usual magnet for female attention. The waitress fluttered around him, refilling his drink with an overly bright smile. Even the ladies at nearby tables couldn't help but steal glances at his chiseled features. My brother and I had purposefully chosen a central table, reveling in the attention. We shared the same mischievous streak, and it seemed we were both in the mood to make a statement.

The restaurant's ambiance enveloped us – soft jazz music, the aroma of exotic spices, and the gentle hum of conversation. The dim lighting cast a warm glow on the elegant décor, making our little corner feel intimate and exclusive.

With the small talk out of the way, I leaned in, my curiosity piqued. "So, brother, what's this favor you need?" Satoru-nii's grin grew wider, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Ah, Y/N, it's something special. Something that requires your... unique talents." My gut told me I wasn't gonna like this...

I halted mid-bite, my chopsticks hovering over the steaming Ramen, as Satoru-nii dropped the bombshell. "I need you to take my mission," he said, his voice low and serious, "I already have a lot on my plate." I couldn't believe it. My gaze snapped up to meet his, incredulity etched on my face. "Isn't that your job?" I asked, a hint of exasperation creeping into my voice. "Why should I ruin my winter breaks?" The thought of trading relaxation for danger and paperwork was utterly unappealing.