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"(y/n)! YOUR FATHER AND I have a meeting with the bank, do you need us to grab anything while we're out?" your mother shouts outside of your bedroom, her voice snapping your attention. You hear her footsteps approaching, rushing over to your door to meet her there. You crack open the door, meeting the sight of your mother outside of your room, her eyes unknowing to your behavior behind the door. "Um," you faux hum, searching the depths of your brain for something to tell her. "Lotion! And, um, cereal— any kind," the woman nods, turning on her heels to head down the stairs.
"Your father and I will be back later." you hum in understanding, closing the door immediately after her absence, leaning against the wood, and knocking your head against it. Despite the bittersweetness, you couldn't wait to get out of your parents' house. The heavy weight of Sugarcentral that was laid on you was unbearable, and it was harder to disregard when you're under the same roof as the same people you're lying to. Upon hearing the hefty front door shut, you release a breath, pushing yourself off your door, slithering off your robe and walking to your desk, shutting off the ring-light— that was purchased by Oikawa— snatching your phone off the stand, sending the nine pictures in lacy lingerie to your sugar daddy, the direct link to the payment process following.
You need a shower, and some time to collect your thoughts. It's the least you could do.
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You rise from your nap, the front door banging against the frame, shaking the house and waking you. You allow yourself a few moments to properly wake before trekking down the stairs, the delicious smell of your favorite takeout dish pulling a rumble from your tummy, a hole of hunger forming. You rush to the kitchen, immediately helping your parents put away the minimal amount of groceries they purchased away. "Were you napping?" you nod, reaching over your father's head to grab the plates. "We called you to see what you wanted. I just got what you usually get,"
