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In denial, in perplexity. She didn't know
how to deal with these strange feelings
and emotions budding within her as she
spent time with her six male friends.
Growing up surrounded by men her
entire life, she...
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Sakamaki's residence..
Second Person's POV.
The moment you stepped onto your street, your mind was elsewhere. You were exhausted and emotionally drained, but you still had enough sense to remember the fridge was almost empty. So, before heading home, you made a quick stop at the grocery store, picking up the essentials as quickly as you could.
But as soon as you reached your front door, the bags nearly slipped from your hands.
Shouting.
Screaming.
A commotion inside the house.
Your stomach twisted with unease, panic shooting through your veins. Without a second thought, you dropped the groceries onto the ground and bolted inside. But before you could take more than a step, a figure suddenly blocked your way.
Ayato.
His body tensed as he stood in front of you like a barricade. "Stay outside," he ordered, leaving no room for argument.
"Ayato-nii, what's happening?" You tried to push past him, but he caught your shoulders, holding you back with a grip stronger than normal.
"You don't need to see this," he muttered, his eyes darting toward the hallway where the shouting continued.
The sound of an angered voice echoed through the house. And then, another voice. Cold. Unforgiving. A voice you hadn't heard in years.
Your blood ran cold.
That voice.
You shoved Ayato's hands off of you and turned toward the hallway just as the figure came into view.
Sayaka.
Your adoptive grandmother. The woman who had hated you the moment you became part of her son's family.
She stood tall, dressed in a pristine kimono, her silver hair neatly tied back, not a single strand out of place. Her sharp eyes, the same ones that haunted your childhood, swept over the room like she owned it.
Your throat tightened, your chest constricting painfully.
You looked around the room, your eyes darting between the people present. Your father, Tougo, stood there in exhaustion. Reiji was there too, standing a few steps behind him, rubbing his face in defeat.
But Subaru was missing.
"What the hell is going on?"
Not a single person answered right away.
Sayaka hadn't been in this house for years. Not since your father had cut contact, limiting her presence in your lives to nothing more than a distant name-a shadow in your family's history.
And for good reason.
She had hurt you. Not just emotionally. Not just with words.
