𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄. DAISUKE KAMBE

第51章 ; "wanna do the thing again?"

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INITIALLY you we're supposed to wake up like some disney princess, that the first thing you will hear is only an endless lingering of peacefulness but however; that was not the case.

You wiped your entire face aggressively with your palm, its sort of a way of helping yourself wake up in the lazy mornings.

Then your face pulled up together in an intimidated expression when you can hear loud noise in a small distance.

"I bought the medici-"

"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?! YOU MOTHERFU-"

Gathering all the strength left in your body, you stretched an arm to grab a random pillow behind you then start hurling it directly towards the noisy area while eyes still unconsciously shut.

After you did that, everything went silent which pleased you.

Then something soft touch your nose causing you to open your eyes slightly then you saw a feather balanced on the tip of your nose.

When you came back with your consciousness, you tilt your head up and saw two men looking at you in shock with the half of the area in the room covered with flying feathers.

The feathers obviously came from the pillow you threw a second ago, we're you that strong?

You blinked a few more times then you saw your older brother glaring at you with his head boiling like a crazy kettle in a kitchen.

"(Y/n)!! That literally hurt so much! Ah- is my back bleeding?!" he whines.

"Why do you have to do your little quarrel here? You could do it somewhere else, like.. in the shower." you yawned and stretched your arms.

"How long was I asleep anyway?" you questioned out of curiosity as your eyes glances on the clock ticking at the number five at mid noon.

"Nine trillion hours." your brother grunts at you while his hand is gently caressing his back for a bit of comfort.

"You slept like a freaking pig. You snored like there was no tomorrow, bitc-"

Daisuke unintentionally pushes Kato's shoulder that almost made the poor guy trip on his feet.

"Jesus chr- does the world really hate me?" another overdramatic whine came from the mouth of your brother.

Your lovely man sprints his way towards your figure that was still sat flat on the comfy bed.

"How did you get ill again, amorcito?" he sincerely asked, face filled with concern and solemn.

Getting rid of all the distractions, he quickly opens the bag of medicine and gently poured the liquid on the spoon. You watched him until you realized you were actually sick.