Can love be green? (Yonji x Reader)

Adversary? Oh please!

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Here is a little helper:
✏︎(y/n)=your name
✏︎(l/n)=your last name
✏︎(h/l)=hair length
✏︎(h/c)=hair color
✏︎(e/c)=eye color
✏︎(b/n)=brother name
✏︎(f/n)=first sister name
✏︎(s/n)=second sister name

The words in italics represent thoughts.
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Wrapped up in a warm blanket and comfortably squashed on the bed in a little ball, you almost forgot all your sneezing and cough.

Your eyes closed, you were hearing water droplets falling on the ceramic floor of the shower. This, surprisingly soothing sound for your ears, finished a few minutes later. The rhythm following thereafter varied a lot: all of them enunciating the actions the youngest of the family did.

Eventually, the only thing reaching you hearted was his footsteps getting closer and closer. Subsequently some steps, there was no more: he stopped. You opened an eye to see him standing right next to the bed.

"You look pathetic...", he addressed you with a mocking tone.

"Such kindness, " you wailed, "I'm touched by your amazing delicacy..."

"Anyway, my father is expecting you to show yourself today for breakfast, so...", he didn't say a word for an instant, like if he's was searching his words, "make yourself look convenable."

You had to hold back your temper to not tell him to get lost. Indeed his words were getting on your nerves, but deep down you knew you weren't charming in your present state.

"If you don't want me to intentionally be a fashion embarrassment, pick my clothes, " you said, before going in the bathroom after reluctantly left your cozy nest made of warm blankets and a huge mattress.

You heard him grumbling complaints behind the door separating the two rooms. Satisfied by your shot, you did what you had to do to make you look less like a sneezing puffy squirrel. It was maybe an exaggeration but when you saw yourself in the mirror you almost judged your own state. You tittered, ironically admitting that even if he didn't say it the "good way" Yonji was right: you were looking terrible. Messy hair, pale face, red cheek and the bags under eyes were indicating as much as a giant red flash arrow pointing at you with big white letters saying "Sick and grumpy. Better have kleenex." would have.

Finally deciding to begin, you took a quick hot shower: allowing some air getting through your nose making possible to breathe without exclusively using your mouth. Once your hair dry, you put a towel around your body and opened the door slowly, looking everywhere in the room. Yonji wasn't there but as you told him he picked clothes. It was a half long pale green dress decorated with white motifs at the top and the bottom with a V-neck.

You grabbed the only green dress you had and giggled, a big smile on your lips. "Of course..."

When you were ready to go, you left the room and walked trough the cold gray brick hallways, giving an heavy atmosphere to the places. Some maids were walking there and there, all of them giving you a quick polite smile during your way to the hall that was also used as dining room. The siblings were all sitting in their designed chair, including the patriarch.

Receiving short glares from the five Vinsmoke, you headed at your spot in silence.

You sincerely never felt comfortable when the tribe of twirled eyebrows and their chief were all in the same space at the same time.