Hell or Heaven ❦ [𝑫𝑳]

¹³• The Affinity

Thirteenth Chapter
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Is this really
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The Affinity
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I stretched out my arms as the teacher left the classroom. I'm so excited to go home! I wanna sleep! My eyes have been slightly stinging for a while.

I guess I didn't get enough sleep earlier since Ayato and Laito came over to my room and played Snakes&Ladders with me.

If I win once, they will leave me alone. Only after four rounds, I finally won. I didn't really mind though. But thankfully, none of them drank my blood. They told me to replenish my strength. But, they did give me intimate punishments. It was a good thing they didn't give me any visible kiss marks.

People who passed by my desk bid me farewell, and I gave them a little wave back. Even Emiko, who literally ran out from the classroom. It weirded me out.

She seemed quite troubled about something and extremely agitated. I didn't get to ask how she's feeling. I hope she's alright.

It has been over four days after I started acting odd. But everything now just feels natural to me. The brothers and I have gotten much closer than normal. Somehow, calling us intimately close is the perfect way to describe us. We act like really close friends, like a family, but the brothers usually act like they're my... Well, like my lovers.

I don't know. The way they act around me, they're so protective and caring like a family. Sometimes, they let me do anything then scold me later like a friend. But most of the time, they act so... Well, how they usually act but more intense.

I feel selfish at some point but they always assure me that I could be more selfish than this. One thing I know for sure is that they are not drinking from Yui anymore.

It's a win-win for us, I think. My possessiveness will be at ease and Yui won't die from blood loss.

I started tidying up my desk, putting all my stuff into my bag, humming as I do so.

"Ne, Ema!"

I whipped my head at the front of my desk, a small smile on my lips. When I did, my three classmates seemed taken aback. They were looking at me with confusion and wonder. My brows rose in curiosity.

Do I have ink on my face?

"Ema, i-is that a new product you're advertising?"
"It's really pretty!"
"I thought I was just imagining, but no!"

My brows narrowed at their enthusiasm. What are they saying exactly?

"I-I don't quite understand," I stated, softly laughing.

"Ey~ Don't try to deny it!" What exactly am I denying?

I blinked twice while looking at them. What? Is there really ink on my face?