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When old flame ignited, many untold
secrets of the past were unfolded.
The moment they reunited, he
instantly seized her in his grasp.
The lost bond returned as their
love grew...
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Kurokawa's residence..
After the reunion celebration wrapped up, most of the guests had already left.
Kakucho, Hanae, and Keitaro were the first to head out, their son barely keeping his eyes open as he sleepily clung to his father. Yasuhiro and Kanji followed shortly after, muttering about how they needed to catch some rest since they got some jobs later. That left the Haitani brothers and Shion behind.
The only reason they stayed longer was because Shion wanted to talk more with Y/n—though Izana wasn't about to let them freeload in his house without putting in some work.
Which was why, much to their annoyance, he forced Ran and Shion to help clean up the aftermath of the gathering.
"Listen up, you lazy bastards," Izana grumbled as he scrubbed a plate, his tone laced with authority. "If either of you so much as break a single goddamn thing, I'm bannin' your sorry asses from ever steppin' foot in my house again—permanently."
Shion, begrudgingly wiping down the kitchen counter, scoffed. "Yeah, yeah, we get it, Boss."
Meanwhile, Ran, who had been halfheartedly sweeping the floor, let out a long sigh. "Jeez, Izana. We came here for a party, not unpaid labor."
"Then you should've left with the rest of 'em." Izana laughed before rinsing off another dish.
Rindou, on the other hand, was sprawled across the couch, dead to the world in his drunken stupor. Ran glanced at his younger brother. "Man, at least he knows how to enjoy life."
Izana sneered. "Yeah? Let his deadweight ass stay there. But you? You ain't gettin' outta this, old Haitani."
Ran's head snapped up at the remark, an annoyed vein popping on the side of his temple. "The hell you mean 'old,' huh?" He placed both hands on his hips. "I ain't old. I'm in my prime. Look at me—skin flawless, hair perfect, body? Still top-tier." He smirked and ran a hand through his hair.
Izana let out an amused chuckle, shaking his head as he enjoyed pushing the buttons to piss off Ran. "Keep tellin' yourself that, grandpa. Your hairline is literally receding. Next thing I know, you'll be complainin' about back pain and poppin' pills for your joints."
Ran's eye twitched. "You little—"
Shion, still wiping down the counter, pretended not to exist. He had zero intention of getting dragged into whatever the hell this was. As far as he was concerned, if he just kept cleaning, maybe Izana wouldn't rope him into more chores.
"Shionnnn—"
Rindou's slurred voice cut through the bickering between Izana and Ran, making Shion's head snap toward him. He immediately dropped the cloth he was using and made his way to his boyfriend, crouching beside the couch. "You okay? Feeling sick?" He asked, already regretting not forcing Rindou to pace himself earlier.
