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" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐨 [𝐘/𝐧], 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧!!" - ʰᵒˢʰⁱᵏᵒ ʸ/ⁿ

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The cold air bit at her nose, making it tint a light red. Her lips felt cold to the touch and her fingers were a light pink colour. To keep herself warmer, the girl wrapped her kimono tighter around herself. She'd always hated wearing dresses, they restrict her a lot and they're hard to move around in. But she always wears them to be more like her mother. She's been told at a young age that kimono's are worn by ladies and make young girls look more grown up and kinder. Thus, the reason she wears them. Honestly, she wishes she was more ladylike. It's always been a wish of hers. But no, she was born a sluggard like her dear father. She did love him, really, she just didnt approve of the fact that she inherited his genes personality wise. She had, however, inherited her mother's beauty. She never knew how her mother and father had came to be in the first place. Her mother fawns over him whereas he accepts her affections with a grumpy blush on his cheeks. As far as love goes, her father was not very well-trained in that department. Her father was grouchy, lazy and a jerk. A tough shell to crack at first but can be kind of a softy after a while. [Y/n] guessed maybe her mother just had a weird taste in men.