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cutieeva · 22 days ago

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I for I love you

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐔𝐩 𝐎𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥 Female reader

Warnings : Rape (Detail sex). Manipulation.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒

She never before this certain incident met the council president Mizunuma Shirou so she doesn't have any thoughts of him until their paths are crossing and he seem to can't leave her. Oh, how she wish she saw the signs.

As she descend the wooden staircase, her delicate feet danced upon the worn steps, their gentle rhythm echoing through the hallway. The sun's radiant beams, streaming through the windows, illuminated her countenance of a bright smile spread across her face as she breathed in the savory aroma wafting from the kitchen, where her twin little sister was busy concocting a culinary delight.

"Good morning !" she exclaimed, her voice like music, as she leapt down the final steps, her feet barely touching the floor.

"(Y/N) oneesan, mind your enthusiasm". Matsuzaki Umi, her sister, gently chided, a warm smile spreading across her face as she distributed the steaming plates of food among their family. (Y/N) nodded contritely, her cheeks flushing with a soft pink hue, as she took her seat beside Riku, their younger brother, who gazed up at her with an affectionate grin.

Her gaze laid on the dish "Oh ! My favorite". Hugging her sister's waist she jumped on the dish making all chuckle. Their grandmother sipping her tea and (Y/N) is eating when the drumming of stairs sound lift her face seeing their little sister Sora add a clip on her hair as she sit beside (Y/N)'s another side.

"You are late". (Y/N) utter as an fact that Sora replied.

"I know but I have to look pretty". With mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She engulf the food after all this dish is both of their favorite. So was their father's— Her actions faltered, and her (E/C) eyes, a deep, expressive shade, lifted to her twin sister, before drifting towards the window, where the flag fluttered gently in the breeze. Her heart constricted, as if squeezed by an unseen hand, and the food, once a savory pleasure, now felt like a heavy, unyielding mass, difficult to swallow. A lump formed in her throat, and tears, like summer rain, threatened to fall, as the memories, long held at bay, began to stir, like the whispers of the wind.

With a resolute shake of her head, she forced the food down, acknowledging the painful truth: she must relinquish the memories that lingered, a bittersweet reminder of what she had lost. For she knew she lacked the resilience of her younger sister, who clung to the fragments of their shared past with a fierce determination, and the courage of her mother, who had found the strength to move forward, despite the ache of grief thus (Y/N) convinced herself that forgetting was the kindest remedy, a balm to soothe the ache of her soul.

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"Farewell !" (Y/N) exclaimed, her hand fluttering in a gentle wave as she bid her family adieu. "I love you all dearly," she added, her voice filled with affection, as she bestowed a tender kiss upon each of their cheeks. With a swift turn, she darted off, her feet moving swiftly to keep pace with Umi's leisurely stroll.

"And I love you too". Cheekily she kissed her cheek as she hand in hand holds hers. Umi whisper return the love words, looking straight when Gen Shiraki, the kind man asked if they needed a ride.

(Y/N) accepted with alacrity, "Yes, please," she replied, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.

Umi, on the other hand, declined with a demure smile, "No". Prompting Mr. Shiraki to chuckle at the sisters' contrasting natures.

"Then come". (Y/N) wave her hand to Umi in silence agreement of seeing her soon as they ride faster arriving the school gates, the sound of laughter and chatter carrying on the breeze.

She inclined her head in a gracious bow, her voice filled with sincere appreciation. "Thank you again, sir." Gen Shiraki smiled and shook his head, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"No trouble at all," With a gentle wave, he bid her adieu and drove away, leaving (Y/N) to watch him go with a sense of gratitude and she turn around to walk inside only to collide with someone causing her to stumble back yet a hand steadied her, its warmth seeping through her uniform.

"Oh, thank you". she exclaimed, her fingertips instinctively tightening around the sleeves.

"I am sorry". The person murmur a low, apologetic voice— her eyes only able to see the blue male uniform of their school.

"It's okay". She smiled, eyes only lift to meet within a second, the familiar frame of glasses and face came to her mind before she slide past him to reach her classroom as his name sink inside her mind.

"Isn't he the council president, Mizunuma Shirou ?" Her fingers touch the curve of the door, slamming opening to greet her friends and her sister she didn't saw in the entrance yet (Y/N) couldn't help but return their warmth, her own smile blossoming like a flower in spring.

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"Whoa ! Your and your sister lunches always look mouth-watering". (Y/N) proudly smiled, gazing her shoulder beside her sister.

"Oh course it will when the cook is Umi". Blush plaint Umi's cheeks as she ate the rice with her chopsticks when the sudden loud slams of window opening by boys and accompanied by the rustling of papers sliding down by the same windows sparking curiosity among the students.

"What is happening ?" (Y/N) whisper under her breath, her eyes scanning the commotion, as boys began to emerge from the school building, busily opening the metal bars that covered the dirty pond. A few adventurous souls even scaled the roof of that building, drawing gasps of amazement from the onlookers.

(Y/N)'s bewildered gaze drifted upward, locking onto the familiar pair of eyes. His own solemn ones melting soft, her breath hitch a little as he continue to stare unlike her thought of him looking away if not for the other boy coming down did Shirou blink recalling and glance at his watch before the other boy daringly or stupidly in (Y/N)'s view boy leapt from the rooftop, landing with a splash in the pond delivery shockwaves through the crowd.

Her own eyes widened in alarm as she spotted Umi rushing towards the reckless boy. "Umi !" she cried out, her voice laced with concern, just as the sound of cameras clicking by boys filled the air, capturing the chaos.

As (Y/N) felt a heated gaze upon her once more, she couldn't help but look up, meeting his unwavering stare. A strange sensation danced in the pit of her stomach, as a delicate blush bloomed across her cheeks. She averted her gaze, yet the weight of his eyes lingered, a palpable presence that left her restless and bewild.

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"Today was certainly an odd day," (Y/N) mused to herself, massaging her shoulders as she tilted her head, indulging in the satisfying crackle of her neck.

Just then, a shrill voice pierced the air, threatening to shatter her eardrums. "(Y/N) Oneesan, let's go!" Sora yelled, her voice a mere inch from her ear.

(Y/N) winced, her eyes widening in mock horror. "What ? Ouch ! Ouch !" she exclaimed, playfully slapping Sora's back while tenderly rubbing her abused ear.

"Hey! Why are you beating me?" Sora protested, rubbing her back. "It was you who didn't listen! I said let's go to that building to get his autograph. I bought this picture for 300 yen!" She held up the black-and-white photograph of the reckless boy, and (Y/N) nodded, finally acknowledging the enthusiasm.

"Then go yourself or take Umi," (Y/N) suggested, hugging Sora as apologize before attempting to walk away. However, Umi grasped her forearm, halting her escape.

"No, let's go together! I know you are free," Umi said, her eyes sparkling with persuasion. With that, (Y/N) was gently dragged along, her curiosity piqued by the old clubhouse building— a place she had never ventured into before.

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"Eww!" (Y/N) exclaimed, clinging to Sora in distaste as she gazed upon the ramshackle building. Her eyes widened in disgust at the insects scurrying about, the cobwebs clinging to the walls, and the visible particles of dust and dirt that seemed to dance in the faint light. "How can anyone live here ?" she wondered, her voice laced with incredulity.

As they made their way up the creaking stairs, the wooden steps groaning beneath their feet, (Y/N) avert her gaze from the tattered men's garment hanging from a nail. Finally, they reached their destination, and Umi reached out to open the door. However, before she could touch the handle, the door creaked open by itself, revealing two boys. One was their male classmate, and the other was an unfamiliar boy with an air of quiet confidence.

"Oh! Umi-san, and—" their classmate began, his eyes shifting to (Y/N) as he bowed respectfully. "(Y/N)-san." She returned the bow, her movements gracious and polite.

"Hey, Shun ! Couple of VIPs are here to see you," their classmate announced, glancing inside the room before waving for them to enter. (Y/N) waited patiently behind Sora and Umi, listening as the sounds of conversation and laughter drifted from within. As they stepped inside, a familiar male voice caught her attention.

"Welcome to the Lit Club or was it the Archaeology—" (Y/N) dusted off her pristine skirt, her eyes scanning the cluttered room before finally settling on the speaker. Her gaze met his. The president, and his part lips, closed, and then parted again "—Club ?" The smile deepened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he awaited the response.

"Today I am awefully seeing him". (Y/N) thought watching Sora go towards that other boy who paused staring rather at her twin sister making (Y/N) tilt her head as the boy's little blush didn't miss her sharp eyes.

"Does he like her ?" A smile lift her corners that came to halt meeting Shirō's heat gaze upon her again as the sat boy sign away giving the photo back.

"Wait, could you cut some stencils for Shun ?" The president propose to Umi. (Y/N) narrow her eyes. "We are all pretty busy with the anti-demolition campaign". He continued draft his eyes to (Y/N) who's unsatisfaction must be visible for him to chuckle a little, leaning on the table fill the piles of books.

"Your name may I know ?" He inquire.

"Matsuzaki Umi". She said, he turned his attention to Sora. "And you are her little sister ?" Sora nodded, her face flushing with a delicate blush as she introduced herself with a polite bow.

"And you?" Shirō's gaze shifted to (Y/N), his eyes glinting with amusement that made her feel slightly uneasy.

"Matsuzaki (Y/N)," she replied, her voice calm. "Umi's twin older sister." Shirō's eyebrows rose, and he clicked his tongue in surprise, nodding his head in approval.

"Older sister of both. Pretty amazing," he said, his voice laced with genuine admiration, his eyes never leaving hers. Shun, the reckless boy's eyes dart between them feeling a tension so does Umi.

Sora's oblivious voice cut through the silence, her words tumbling out in a enthusiastic rush. "Yes! Umi Oneesan, your handwriting is so pretty, unlike mine or (Y/N) Oneesan's !" (Y/N) furrowed her brow, a hint of annoyance flickering across her face.

"Hey, why would she—" (Y/N) began, but her words trailed off as Shirō suddenly held up a sheet of paper in front of her face. The white sheet was covered in neat, handwritten notes— physics forecast problems, (Y/N) recognized, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Here, she's a junior, isn't she?" Shirō asked, his voice low and smooth, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Doesn't she need help with physics for the upcoming exams ?"

"Yes". Her sister agree.

"Then, you need it because his exams forecasts are usually spot on". Shun praise to Umi making his friend laugh.

"Not guaranteed, you need to bring your own luck on the test too," Shirō warned, his eyebrow arching upward as he gazed at (Y/N), a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "So ?"

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, her eyes sliding from Umi's pleading expression to Sora's excited one. The deal seemed too good to pass up— a win-win, indeed.

"Okay," (Y/N) sigh, a soft smile spreading across her face.

He announce to his friend "Then see you at six". He pat on Shun's shoulder making (Y/N) confuse. He turned to (Y/N), his hand inadvertently extended, as if to touch her shoulder. But she had already shifted away, and his fingers merely brushed against the air where she had been. He narrow his eyes.

"Huh ? I will stay with my sister". No matter what, she can't left her sister alone with a stranger especially a boy despite their shared school affiliation.

Shirō's reassuring smile faltered for a moment. "It's okay, don't worry. He's a good guy," he said, but his words did little to alleviate (Y/N)'s concerns.

"No". Shirō's smile twitch a little. He look at Umi patiently making her look to her older sister.

"It's okay. I will be home before dawn. You should go with Sora and do the dinner on my behalf". Her eyes wide at her request. "Please". Umi request point to the physics paper. (Y/N) shot a glare at the smiling president, whose charming persona seemed to grate on her nerves for reasons she couldn't quite explain. She cast a final, scrutinizing glance at Shirō and his friend before relenting.

"Fine," she agreed, her voice resigned. Sora's giggle filled the air as she grasped (Y/N)'s hand, her face aglow with excitement. "But I'll be waiting," (Y/N) added, her expression solemn. Umi nodded, her smile widening in triumph, well aware of her older sister's soft spot.

"Well, then shall we go, ladies ?" He step towards her, (Y/N) step back.

"Yes". She spared one last look and walk away, clasp Sora's hand beside her and away from the president who's hand find the way on her waist lightly. She suck her breath a little at the action, steal a glance to find him engage in conversation with Sora sweetly.

The wholly walk to home was odd and in discomfort, not a single time he took off his hand on her waist she didn't object in fear of appearing overreacting and his gentleman manner raise her doubts over her reality more of why is she in so distrust him thus when he reached the home she didn't glance back, walked straight feeling his gaze over her back and until she disappear in her heaven.

From the narrow slit between the curtains, she watched as Shirō stood frozen, his eyes fixed on her house with an unnerving intensity. Time seemed to stretch and warp, the seconds ticking by with agonizing slowness, as (Y/N) held her breath watching him finally leave.

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"Heaven ! Heaven ! Heaven ! I am late". Settling her feet on her shoes she grab her backpack if not for her sisters she could absolutely miss the school. How could she ? Ah ! Grabbing her head she take a ran hoping for Mr. Shiraki to pass despite him already do so at earlier time.

"I am sorry". She apologize to Umi for delaying herself along her.

"It's okay. Mistakes happen". Smiling she wash the guilt away. Oh, such a sweet little Buddha has been her sister, (Y/N) is truly blessed. Thankfully They arrived at the classroom just in time, a mere second before the male teacher opened the door to greet the students. Their friends praised them for making a record-breaking arrival, despite being late.

(Y/N) laughed, her breath still shaky, as she brushed her hair smooth, trying to sit poise on her chair.

Matsuzaki Umi and Matsuzaki (Y/N), stand up !" the teacher barked, his voice like a whip cracking through the air. Umi and (Y/N) reluctantly rose from their seats, their eyes meeting in a brief, commiserating glance.

"I saw you both sprinting up the stairs to beat me to the classroom," The teacher continued, his tone sharp as a razor's edge. (Y/N) rolled her eyes in defeat, a fleeting gesture that escape the teacher's notice.

The teacher then offered a grudging concession. "Since you did manage to slip in before me, your punishment will be... lighter. Umi-san, you will collect everyone's projects, and (Y/N)-san, you will clean the library."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened in dismay, her lips parting in protest, but she wisely kept her mouth shut. The teacher's stern expression brooked no argument.

"That's it. Sit down," he growled, dismissing them with a curt wave of his hand. Umi and (Y/N) sank back into their seats, their friends whispering sympathetic murmurs about the teacher's notorious strictness. As the class resumed, (Y/N) tuned out, her mind drifting into a haze of boredom and resentment, her thoughts consumed by the dreaded chore that lay ahead.

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A fit of coughs erupted from her lips as the dust from the unclean gaps between the stacked books in the library. Her mind curse the teacher in all the languages she knows even the thin, pink napkin wrapped around her face offered little protection against the motes of dust that danced in the faint light, melting into her nostrils and sending her into a paroxysm of coughing. She doesn't do good with dust, how cruel of him to put this one on her. Lighter punishment ? Really ? Even when they made it before him ? Why make the punishment lighter if he was giving it anyway.

With a flick of her wrist, (Y/N) ripped the napkin from her face, the cotton fabric fluttering to one of the wooden table like a discarded flag of surrender. She wiped the back of her hand across her sweaty forehead, the gesture a fleeting respite from the dust-coated air. A quick rub of her itchy nose, and she steeled herself to tackle the task at hand, stacking the books back onto the shelves.

She meticulously returned the books to their rightful places starting from the lower rungs and working her way up. As she strained to reach the higher shelves, and (Y/N) couldn't help regret not seeking assistance. Her hands, though dexterous, struggled to manage the weight and bulk of the volumes, making each placement a deliberate and laborious process.

With a gentle touch, she balanced on tiptoe, her one hand's fingers wrapping around the shelf's edge for support. Her other hand cradled the books, carefully aligning them with the shelf's lip. In her absorption, she remained blissfully unaware of the subtle, yet telling, shift in her attire. Her crisp white blouse, once immaculately tailored, had ridden up, exposing a delicate sliver of bare skin.

(Y/N) gasp loudly, her lips part at the chill touch on her bare stomach. The silent library seemed to hold its breath as her eyes slowly drifted upward to watch another's hand, taller than her easily place the book and his body close the gap between them, The warmth emanating from his seemed to envelop her, making her feel lighthead. Her hearts racing and she immediately turn around to move.

Before she could process her thoughts, (Y/N) spun around. "Who are you—" her head collided with the shelf, sending it wobbling precariously. In the blink of an eye the pair of hands hold her waist and spinning her around to the opposite shelf and her (E/C) eyes watched in horror as several fat books tumbled to the floor with a resounding thud. Finally she glance in front the boy. Shirō smiling to her like nothing while he continue to cage her against the other shelf.

"Don't touch me," (Y/N) whispered, her voice a gentle warning and her hand brush to his wrist to remove his grasp from the wooden shelf. "And kindly maintain a respectful distance. It's essential to acknowledge the boundaries between a man and a woman". she added, her eyes flashing with a subtle intensity.

Despite her efforts, his hand lingered, his fingers wrapped around the shelf like a vice. (Y/N) gazed up at him, her eyes silently querying his audacity, their depths a whirlpool of unspoken emotions.

"Forgive me for attempting to discreetly adjust your attire and spare you further embarrassment". A cheshire smile curve to his lips. "Where's my gratitude ?" his voice a low, melodious hum.

"Sometimes I feel like we are not even talking to each other". Huffing she look around and then at him. "Thank you". Forcefully it came out. "Now, please move ?" She tries to nudge his hand yet to her surprise he step closer.

Her eyes wide slightly, she step back. Head touching the wood behind her. "Why do you seem to dislike me so intensely ? I do not recall offending you". His questions crease her actions and suddenly she couldn't met his gaze because what will she answer ? That because her intuition told her ? Or the uneasy feeling ? She had answers if she desire to sound ridiculous.

"Please move, senpai. I have work to finish before returning home". Polite her voice become. He notice, tilts his head in observantion like he was under a spell from the simply cadence of her words alone.

"And ? Tell me and I will let you". She glare at him, his voice low and smooth only for her to hear before darting to the window where the sky was ablaze with hues of orange, and the sweet, lilting songs of birds filled the air.

"Let me go !" Yelling she push his chest in attempt to run away he didn't move an inch.

"If you do not answer me I will make this book shelf fall over you". Her wide eyes met Shirō's, and for an instant, she saw a flicker of something akin to solemnity in his gaze, the earlier amusement dissipating like mist in the morning sun. Her sweet heart beat against her cages noticing fingers gripping the wooden shelf with an intensity that seemed to border on confirming his silent wish.

"Is he mad ?" her small fist clutching at his sleeve as if to restrain him from unleashing chaos."Fine. Don't do it". Her chest haven. "I do not hate you. You have given no reason for me to other than my self is not familiar with you that's why I tend to ignore or distrust you". She didn't lie. She doesn't know him is enough to not trust someone.

In silence she watched him. His onyx eyes, dark and unfathomable, bore into hers, reflecting her image like still waters. He stay still.

Her heart sank.

Then his fingers slip the wood and feet step away.

Seizing the opportunity, (Y/N) slipped away, her movements swift and silent. He let her. His eyes lingered on the gentle dance of her braided (short/long) hair, the soft wisps swaying behind her like a dark, silky ribbon. The hem of her skirt fluttered subtly, beckoned by an invisible breeze. The soft creaks of the floorboards beneath her feet gradually fade.

"He is a mad man". She knows, holding her bag and running to her home wishing to never meet him again.

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"What ?" (Y/N)'s voice escaped her lips in a soft, bewildered whisper. She stood frozen, her gaze fixed on the surreal scene unfolding before her eyes. In her own garden, a long, white table had been set, adorned with fine china and crystal glasses. Her family was seated, their faces beaming with warm smiles. However, it was the unfamiliar faces that caught her off guard— men she had never laid eyes on, except for two individuals: Shun, and the president she had been desperate to avoid.

As she stood there, her presence finally registered by the president. He turned around, his smile widening, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he locked gazes with (Y/N).

(Y/N) dashed to her room with reckless abandon, nearly colliding with her twin sister in the process. "Huh? (Y/N) oneesan?" her sister exclaimed, expertly balancing plates in both hands as she continued toward the gathering "What happen to her ?" She serve to Shirō, smiling and Shun.

Shirō's gaze, however, remain fixed on the doorway, his eyes never leaving the spot where (Y/N) had vanished.

Shun noticing his distraction, nudge to him. "Hey, what did you do to her ?"

The president laugh, smooth in mirth. "Why ? Don't you know what a gentleman I am ? I did no such a thing". His friend narrow his eyes.

"Really ? Because you can be excessively persuasive I am afraid. I still remember how at the club you were pulling every trick in your head to agree Umi-San on helping me. I almost question your sudden change of heart that you didn't with the other earlier girls until I saw (Y/N)-San". Shun snicker recalling how in fool he was looking.

Shirō's expression turned wry, and he clicked his tongue in mock reprimand. "Well, why are you afraid I will offend (Y/N)-San ? Is it because you plan to make her your sister-in-law ?" Teasing his smile came and Shun's ears flushed a deep crimson as he clamped his mouth shut, his eyes darting away in embarrassment.

"By the way, I am going to find (Y/N). If someone appear to do the same. Help me by intruding them. Understand ?" The reckless boy raise his eyebrow however to his friend's adamant voice he nod.

"Love is something". He thought tune out the politics that usual keep the president deeply tied unlike now.

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(Y/N) slumped against the wooden bedframe, her form sinking into the plush fabric like a fragile, caged bird. Her stomach growled with hunger, a gnawing ache that seemed to echo the turmoil in her heart. All because of that mad boy.

Knock. Knock.

"I don't want to go, Umi". She refused to budge, lost in the depths of her sorrow.

Knock. Knock.

(Y/N) huffed, her feet dragging lazily across the floor as she made her way to the door. She flung it open with a swift motion, her voice firm and resolute. "I don't want to !" Her eyes meet onyx ones.

Her breath hitch and she instinctively tried to close the door to his face. However, Shirō's lithe body proved to be quicker, his fingers gripping the edge of the wooden door as he let himself in. She step back, uneasily slit her stomach, feeling her sanctuary had been breached.

She warily step back few more, her eyes dart to her locked door and his figure who's eyes are over her room. Bright stickers and posters on the wooden polished walls brought by her father from his trips. Few family frames are hanged and rest on her study table.

"I am sorry". Her actions pause. He bow politely surprising her. "I am extremely sorry for my bad manners," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I have no excuse to offer other than I wanted any misunderstanding to be vanished between us." His lips pressed into a thin line, and a few stray hairs escaped his normally immaculate style.

"Why ? We are not close enough to matter if we have any misunderstanding or not". She said, her heart rest a little at the rational reason behind his impulse actions.

"Because..." His part lips tail off, his tongue swipe on his lips. "I like you". Her heart burst inside and eyes wide never noticing such reason. She swallowed under his firm ones. "I like you enough to make a fool of myself". He chuckle humorless. "Or more like madman to you". His corner of lips dip.

"Oh". In silence the word bounce. Her pulses beat like drums to her ears afraid of him hearing and her chest havening, looking away and at him again. Fisting her courage she voice her thought. "I am sorry I do not return your affections". She close her eyes, breathing.

Her eyes open and surprise to see him smiling sombrely. "Well, thank you for rejecting me properly rather cursing me". She nod, body gazing at the edge of her bedsheets as silence return.

His hand slide to his pocket and now did she notice him in casual clothing than the uniform she is used to. "What a adorable baby were you". He point to the family picture frame where her mother is present and (Y/N) is alone smiling widely unaware of her father's death. She should have been like her mother. A ache return in her heart and his onyx eyes notice.

"What happen ?" She shake her head.

"Nothing". Indeed that is. Nothing happen, everything is alright and fine. He stare at her and a sudden song turn their gaze to the window. She walk to her window see in their garden all the men and woman hand in hand singing and she smile, leaning on the wood and he lean on her hand discreetly.

The following school days were a blur of chance encounters with Shirō because of her sisters, along group of other girls, had joined forces to clean the old schoolclub building, determined to save it from the principal's planing of tearing it down. (Y/N) had been invited to join, but she had politely declined, anxious to avoid any awkward interactions with Shirō.

Their brief, daily meetings were already proving to be a delicate balancing act. The silence between them was palpable, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. (Y/N) was determined to keep it that way, at least for now. She had no intention of sharing the story of Shirō's failed proposal with her sisters, knowing that it would only lead to further embarrassment for him. However she did notice the distant between Shun and her sister.

(Y/N) couldn't help but notice the palpable tension between Shun and her sister, Umi. She was aware of Umi's secret affections for Shun, having overheard their older sister wishing Umi luck with him before she left. Otherwise the way Shun and Umi's eyes would often meet had been a telling tale of their mutual interest. However, now it seemed as though Shun was actively avoiding Umi, as if her very presence was a curse.

(Y/N) felt a surge of protectiveness towards her sister and was tempted to confront Shun about his behavior. However, she hesitated upon seeing the way Umi was ignoring Shun in return, her expression a mask of normalcy.

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The sound of muffled sobbing capture (Y/N)'s attention. She turned to face the faint light peeking through the curtains, and her eyes landed on Umi's trembling form. The sight accompanied by heart-wrenching sobs, stirred a deep sense of compassion within her.

"How long did I hear her cry after Father's passing ?" (Y/N) thought, her mind wandering back to the painful days that had followed their loss. She gently moved closer, enveloping Umi's fragile body in a warm embrace and gently moving she embrace her body, patting tenderly like their mother used to do them when they won't go to sleep in their bliss childhood. For a moment, the tears subsided, and Umi's ragged breathing slowed. (Y/N) offered a sombre smile, her eyes filled with empathy, and gently kissed Umi's forehead. With a quiet resolve, (Y/N) stood up, deciding to prepare breakfast this time.

Hours passed, and Umi finally stirred, her skin bearing the faint marks of dried tears. Her feet made her way downstairs, the savory aromas wafting from the kitchen and the familiar sounds of cooking transported her to a different time. Her breath caught in her throat as she whispered, "Mom..." Upon entering the kitchen, her gaze fell not upon their mother like her dream— her eyes draft to the garden nor father rather her older sister. She hum that tone and tears welled up in Umi's eyes, and she rushed to envelop (Y/N) in a tight hug from behind. The wooden chopsticks in her hand nearly slipping from her fingers however recover when the familiar cries enter her ears.

"I am here". She said, placing a hand over over hers.

"I know". Umi does, feeling not alone suddenly and gather the strength she needed to to face the challenges ahead.

(Y/N) after that could see that it helped her a lot because from then she didn't avoid Shun anymore, maintaining a peaceful balance so does (Y/N) with the president who always bow and bear few words as (Y/N) finds excuses to flee.

(Y/N) clapped her hands together in admiration, her eyes shining with delight as she gazed at the transformed building. The once-dilapidated structure now stood tall and proud, its surfaces gleaming in the sunlight like a magnificent mansion restoring it's former beauty. "You really cleaned this filth, huh ?" She compliment to which Umi blush, all the girls did a fine job along the boys (Y/N) believes.

"And me?" Sore ask, pointing to herself alike an adorable gesture.

"You too, pretty lady". (Y/N) chuckled and wrapped her arms around Sora from the side, pulling her into a warm hug. when Shirō's voice tore the lovely air.

"Bad news". His words cut through the air, his words like a cold wind that extinguished the warmth of their happiness. His next words only sealed their joys, crushing their spirits with the weight of disappointment. "The principal has decided to tear down the building after all," he said, his voice firm but laced with a hint of regret.

The air was electric with discontent as the group protested the principal's decision. Even passersby students stopped to join in, their voices rising in a chorus of disapproval. It seemed that no one was willing to accept the destruction of their beloved clubhouse.

Just as it seemed like the situation couldn't be salvaged, Shirō stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with determination. "I propose a solution," he said, his voice calm and measured. "Let's go see the chairman Tokumaru that's been contracted to tear down the clubhouse. Perhaps we can persuade them to reconsider their plans."

The group's murmurs of discontent slowly gave way to a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could find a way to save their cherished clubhouse after all. With renewed determination they agree and Shirō suggest that Shun and Umi join him on the trip to Tokyo the following day. That's when (Y/N) step in.

"I will accompany her as well." With resignation, she acknowledged that resisting her sister's decision would be futile.

A subtle cheshire smile grace the president's lips amist the chaos.

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"Glad we came," Umi said softly, her hand nestled comfortably in her sister's as they navigated the bustling streets of Tokyo. The city, with its towering skyscrapers and endless streams of people, was a world away from their quiet hometown, and (Y/N) felt a thrill of excitement at the unfamiliar sights and sounds.

Their trip had been a gamble, but it had paid off. Chairman Tokumaru had agreed to visit their school the next day to assess the clubhouse and decide its fate. It was a chance they had desperately needed.

"Well then, I have to swing by my uncle's place". Shirō said. A fact (Y/N) was sheltered from and given the reaction of Umi, she was too unlike his friend.

"You have a uncle here ?" Shirō nodded, a hint of pride creeping into his voice. "He lives here, and my cousins attend the best university in the city." Her lips parting slightly as she imagined the grandeur of his uncle's home. Shirō caught her gaze and smiled knowingly, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Want to see it with me?" he asked, his voice low and inviting.

"No, thank you. I have to go with Umi". She decline, holding Umi's hand tightly when he playfully came near her making Shun and Umi's eyes narrow.

Near her ear, his creamy voice whisper "Don't you want to give your sister space to talk whatever tension they are having ?" Her (E/C) eyes shot to him. So he did to know, well he is the cunning genius. Her gaze shift to the unaware pair and the image of her sister crying laying on their bedroom ache her heart. They already lose their father, she can't watch her sister's first love tore from her anymore.

"Right. Shirō-San, please give me a tour". She smile sweetly. Her twin tilt her head in confuse of her change of heart. "Umi, go by yourself. I will see you soon". She nod with reluctantly.

"Okay". Umi said, waving to (Y/N) and she watch the pair walking away from the president and herself.

"Let's go ?" She shake her head. He raise his eyebrow.

"Wait for a hour or two until it's confirm she is on train then I will go by the train too". The moon's ray shone upon them and his even face melt to staid.

"Unfortunately the last train is with your sister's". Her eyes wide at the information she didn't consider.

"What ?" She out loud ask. "Why didn't you said that earlier ?" She doesn't wish to be with him, she only pretend to, turning her way to find which path they went to the train station she begin walking when his fingers wrap around her forearm.

"It's not safe to wonder. Let's go to my uncle's place". She didn't spare a look.

"No. I will go".

"Did you forget so easily why you are here with me in the first place".

"Wouldn't be if you told me that train is the last one". And Shirō knew it, despite the true fact that's why he hid it. He won't let her go when he corner her so hard, alone with him.

"Let's go. You will safe when we leave tomorrow morning. The city isn't kind to outsiders even less to students". (Y/N) finally turned to face him. The shine in her eyes had dimmed. She nodded slowly, her shoulders sagging in defeat.

As they strolled through the colorful lit streets, Shirō's grasp on (Y/N)'s wrist remained a steady, reassuring presence. His fingers wrapped around her wrist like a lifeline, pulling her closer whenever the shadows seemed to deepen or a stranger's gaze lingered too long. Despite her initial wariness, (Y/N) found herself surrendering to the sense of security that came with being by Shirō's side.

As they arrived at their destination, (Y/N)'s eyes widen in wonder at the breathtaking sight before her. The grand, elegantly designed house rose like a jewel from the night, its polished facade glimmering with a soft, ethereal light. His fingers tightened around her wrist as he rang the doorbell, and a lovely woman with a warm, inviting smile welcomed them into the warm, golden glow of the inside.

"Oh, Shirō, come inside!" she exclaimed, her voice like a gentle melody, as she ushered them into the haven of the beautifully lit house. Then her eyes fell to (Y/N) who bow respectfully. "Oh ! Who is this beautiful guest ?" The woman hid her mischievous smile behind her palm.

"Hello, I am Matsuzaki (Y/N). A junior in Conan School". She introduce herself.

"And his girlfriend, I presume ?" Her lips part to deny.

"Not my girlfriend". He beat her to that. Her aunty narrow her eyes. "Yet". He mouth that escapes (Y/N)'s her gaze that wander to the opulent designs that adorned the walls of the house. The intricate patterns, the lavish furnishings, and the exquisite artwork all blended together to create a space that exuded refinement and luxury.

His aunty giggle earning the girl's attention. "Pardon ?" She furrow unaware of the smiling when a unfamiliar man enter the hallway.

"Oh, nephew. How come you are in Tokyo ?" His uncle inquire, eyes falling to the girl beside him and their interwine hands.

"Well came for a work for school and is successful".

"That's my boy". His uncle pat his shoulders proudly. "And she ?" Mirth playing his depths.

"Hello, sir. I am Matsuzaki (Y/N). A junior in Conan School". She bow again. The man bow his head slightly.

"Your girlfriend ?" He tail off. She shake her head. His eyes went to his wife in disbelief who mouth. "Yet". He nod, understanding dawning.

"Well, welcome. Rest here tonight—" He look at his nephew.

"Yes, we will take our leave tomorrow". (Y/N) nod, a little discomfort from the pairs of eyes on her as she carefully place her shoes off, walking underneath the wooden floor to the room she was said guestroom and his own separate room that they built seeing how he visits frequently. His cousins are older in university and not in home in favor of studies, will return in their holidays. She soak the informations taking the towel and spare clothes of one of his female cousin to change into after a warm bath.

The bath had been a serene oasis so was the dinner, a lively, laughter-filled affair, with his relatives proving to be charming, witty, and warm. Unlike the peaceful, subdued atmosphere of her own home, this household pulsed with energy and vitality.

As they chatted and asked her questions, (Y/N) felt a sense of ease wash over her. Despite their curiosity, they didn't pry or push her to reveal more than she was comfortable sharing. Instead, they listened with genuine interest, their smiles and laughter putting her at ease when she lay on the plush guestroom bed, surrounded by the soothing silence of the night. She knew she was in good hands.

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Her eyes flutter open to meet the pitch darkness. Her eyes confuse stare at it in daze at the question of why she woke up when no memory of nightmare or fear is within her. She swallowed thickly, her throat wet with no need of water then why ? For few minutes she merely stare, half lid her eyes and barely awake.

Finally her eyes lid close, her head roll to the side and she moved to the side to sleep, yawn creeping in and eyes open slightly to wipe the tears when the breath stuck in her throat and heart install the fear within. Staring into to darkness meet someone— close, sitting at the edge of her bed. Widely stare back at her.

The sleep vanish in seconds and tears of her unfortunate time fill her eyes, sliding to soak the pillow of other's given. Her body still like an doll unable to fight or flight like she was entranced by...what ? Human ? A woman ? Man ? She doesn't know which result to fear a man or creature when both are worse fate. Man will tear her body and creature will— her life.

Light sobs echo the inky darkness when soft creaking perk her ears, it is moving, coming closer as her eyes grow familiar with the void of light when her eyes surprised to find a boy— more frightening— Shirō.

"Shirō ?" She mutter under her breath, a smile in response he lift his lips. "What are—".

"No, call my name. You never did". His voice low and deep unlike the smooth and creamy light one. It's scarying her. His onyx eyes boring at her, his smile, his inappropriate night suit, even his presence in her room.

"What are you doing ?" This time her voice slice the air. Firmer, stern. Little courage gather.

"What am I doing you ask ?" He response with her question, his knee climb to her bed, her eyes move to the notion, sitting up lightly when his pair of arms slide under her body easily. Her breath hitch and eyes close. Her brows furrow.

"What are you doing ?" Her palm push his chest pulling herself off of him when he tower over her to embrace her, each of his legs either of her sides. Her breath ragged, their bodies press together it mold under their clothing to touch one another. He breath in that, smile wider.

"I asked what are you doing ?" She screamed, her knee raise to kick at his private part only for his palm to slide beneath her waist to her bare knee, caressing as he part her legs to put on his own leg dangerously touching her clit under the thin cloth.

Crimson flush color her face, her skin prickling with gooseflesh as tears welled up in her eyes. Shirō's smile, meant to be reassuring, only seemed cruel to her. Her nails dug deep into the flesh of his hands, drawing blood, yet he merely hissed softly, his hands continuing their exploration of her waist above her clothing. He leaned in, his eyes locking onto her lips, she notice, looking away and his mouth pressed against her cheek instead— yet he wasn't dishearten, to feel when he wasn't even allowed to gaze at, He inhaled deeply, seeking her scent. Pity, the soft fabric that filled his sense. His tongue darted out, licking his lips, and he could taste the faintest hint of her.

When a huff escape his lips as she pushed him away, nearly allowing her to flee the bed, brushing her skin against his fingers only to swiftly closed around her wrist, pulling her back onto him. Now, his back rested against the bed, while she hovered above, a vision of loveliness in his eyes. Her unbound (H/C) tresses cascaded around their faces, forming a curtain of secrecy, shielding their illicit intimacy from the world. Tears fell from her eyes, landing on his cheek like delicate, glistening petals.

"Oh dear". he croo, he lean in, undeterred by her struggles to recoil. His lips grazed her cheek, and his tongue darted out to taste the salty tears that stream down her face. A shiver course through her fragile form as she attempt to strike him, but her fists were swiftly capture by his grasp, her wrists pin behind her back like a bird in flight, its wings clipped. Her face contorted in a mask of sorrow and terror, her eyes wide with desperation.

"Help ! Help ! Help !" She scream her lungs out, hoping the couple to hear, her stain eyes glance at the closed door she knew locking however him still inside is a mystery her mind under this distress can't fathom. Her body tremble, her innocence threat to dishonor. She cries, blindly screaming for help. Never did she knew how helpless does it feel to be under a man's grip. A man she thought her classmate, a little unusual also the man that claim to like her. Is this how one treats their beloved ? or was it a punishment ?

She felt herself being drawn back, her fragile form pressed against the yielding bed, her tears and screams hoarse from the unrelenting anguish. And he devoured them all, his kisses a ravenous consumption of her despair. "No one is coming to save you. Uncle has night duty, he is not home. Aunty takes sleeping pills so.." His words trailed off, surrendering to a sinister smile, a smile that born from a cruel winner and beads of sweat glisten his forehead. "No one can hear you". His lips grin at her. Anticipation and lust entwined like serpents lace with it. "I like you— no" He shake his head like a grave mistake was utter. "I love you that's why let's be one ?" His eye lids half flutter from the intoxicating he is feeling from sheer closing gaps of their bodies. Her breast is like a feather brush against his hard one and her trembling form like a baby deer in his embrace.

Oh, heart pupils decorate in his eyes that blind his morals and she was push into this abyss. His grip on her wrists tighten as his other hand slide to his pocket and took out his uniform tie to wrap around her skin softly yet firmly and finish with a knot she can only shake yet not be free. Her (E/C) eyes reflect his monster self of how she viewed him, wailing in hopes of anyone hears her in name of miracle and save her from his hell on earth. Oh how she wish to be branches of tree if that will save her from his hunger like daphne did.

"Stop it ! Stop it ! didn't you apologize and accpted when I rejected you ? Please stop it. We can still go back—". Her words half from his chuckle inside the silence room.

"Oh, how cute you thought I did it sincerely not an act to pull you closer to me. To earn your trust". Her heart sank.

W-what ? An act ? An facade to rape her ? To fool her. "My love, also where we can still go back ? You think of me mere stranger not even friends that I could had cherish". A lump on her throat settle and she can't help choke cry.

"Please don't do this. I am sorry for not trusting you. If you don't do this then I promise you will be my friend. I won't utter a word about this". Still she pled shamelessly, for her honor and life. If her purity is shed then her life is ruined, no one will marry her nor can she ever forget this scar that will forever imprint on her. "See, I didn't say your proposal to a soul. Not even Umi ! My sister". In rumble she spoke, words tangle within one another and he only lean under her chin, on her neck to pepper kiss.

"My love, I would have accepted this offer if it was a punishment but what I doing isn't out of one rather out of love. For us to be together forever". His lips, aflame with passion, bestowed tender kisses upon her smooth skin, as she lay, entranced, her gaze uplifted to the ceiling above, her eyes, like sapphires, shining with tears, blur the ceiling.

Her wrist are burning.

Throat aching.

Eyes numb.

Body tied.

She is trapped.

Cornered like a prey.

While as his teeth sank into the delicate skin of her neck, he savored the fruit of his labor, her flesh tasting like ambrosia to his depraved palate. Oh how, how has fantasized about this moment– with her beneath him, her tears flowing solely because of him. His body seemed to possess a mind of its own, his hands tracing the fabric of her clothes, his tongue licking every inch of her skin, and his teeth biting into her collarbone, leaving his mark. She whimper, in pain and disgust of his loving.

Soon his hands become impatient, greedy, one pair reaching out to touch her ankle, prompting her to freeze in terror of any movement only feel him began to move down, his hands gliding along her skin until her feet rested on his palm. He kiss her ankle with the gentle touch of a butterfly alighting on a flower to his lips tracing a path up the bridge of her feet as he slowly raised her white gown, inch at inch, he kissed each newly exposed patch of skin with the tender devotion of a lover. Yet, in her mind, she knew him as her ruiner.

His eyes, closed in rapture, snapped open to behold the heavenly sight between her tender legs. Yet, he continued his gentle assault, raising her cloth higher, his lips dancing across her hip, tracing the curves of her stomach, and teasing her navel with delicate nibbles. His tongue swirled within the tiny indentation, sending shivers coursing through her frame, before meandering up to her ribs, peppering kisses along the way. Finally, her bra came into view, concealing the alluring mounds he had longed to behold. He pressed his lips to the clothed nipple, the fabric a thin barrier between his skin and hers. His mouth wandered to the bare expanse between her collarbone and shoulder, then glided along her arm, tracing the sensitive inner to her tied forearn. His onyx eyes stare through his lashes never left over her skin and his lips run to her wrist. Kiss the bump side and finally halt to one of the finger.

His palm enveloped hers, their fingers intertwining like the tender shoots of a vine. His gaze rose, locking onto her tear-stained eyes, her beauty piercing his very soul like a shaft of pure crystal. His eyes, burning with an unyielding passion, held hers captive, the reflections within her clear ones forever etched in her mind like a cruel reminder of his actions.

As he leaned in, his mouth engulfing one of her finger with a ferocity. She hiss, a soft, anguished sound, more tears slid down her cheeks like autumn rain. Her lids fluttered wildly of wings belong to trap bird to finally opening to reveal the biting red mark on her ring finger.

She knew, in this monent with unwavering certainty that this was merely the beginning, not a fleeting moment of madness, but a simmering obsession.

More reasons to fight him and she gather the strength to jerk her knee upward, aiming for his stomach. However, he caught her leg, his lips meeting knee in a sweet and gentle kiss. His fingers deftly parted her legs, and he touch the edge of her delicate panties, slowly drawing them down. She writhed beneath him, her body straining against his grasp as she can, shameless pleds return and his ears deaf focusing on bare dry clit he knew is pure and only for him to taint and belong.

"Stop ! Stop ! Stop ! Please stop !" She sniff. If this is crossed she is gone. She is forever ruined and he only tilts his head, smiling dart his eyes to her clit to her sob face and can't help feel himself turn on more. His restraint hot inside as he lick his one finger and touch the clit for her to cry louder, a melody despite her horse voice and he bend down to press their cheeks together and close his eyes while hers wide at the feeling of his finger enter her coated walls that she never even touched apart from cleaning.

"It hurts ! It's weird ! It hurts !" Punching his chest she shut her eyes at the strange emotion slit her stomach from him inside her and he in response kiss her open mouth. Even her walls are tight, it's latching onto his fingers so hard he moans, fantasizing how it will feel to be inside her. A trail of sweat slide from his forehead and the demons fighting inside him slide two more fingers at once to haste and she sharply scream.

Her breath tremble and nails dent on his tan skin of crescent and he smiles wider knowing he would adore it at the morning, savoring all the moments of time. "Stop ! Stop ! stop ! Please. It's hurts". At once he pulled his fingers and before she could flutter open her eyes when more tears slide at the violenting feeling she wasn't ready to embrace and all her dreams of futures and fairytales romance she imagined of how sweet it feels to be one with who she loves is shatter into million pieces she knows can never be mend.

The sheer agony and disgust wave wash her, a scream tore her throat, burn her lungs and trail of liquid glide her legs she cried in silence, fearing what it is until her eyes glance to stop few drops of blood and she cries louder. She is dying.

"You are killing me ! Stop ! I am bleeding !" Veins bulge her skin as he wither frantically. Her stomach is brim of fullness she never felt, just then, a husky chuckle echoed in her ears, sending her into a frenzy. She dug her nails deeper into his skin.

"My love, it is sign of your purity taken by me forever. Something that will belong to me and can never return". His own face bright red and a devilish smile paint upon his lips, stretch ear to ear and his finger quickly tug his spectacle out for him to touch their forehead, his mind convincing the tears are of pleasure, the screams are of joy and her denial is tempory. She just doesn't know they are meant to be.

Naive (Y/N).

His (Y/N).

Patiently he still inside her, his member fully inside her. For seconds he wait before moving and the horror she felt before only increased when the head of his member started to push into her. As he delved deeper into her radiant warmth, a strangled whimper escaped her lips, and her eyes squeezed shut. She trembled, attempting to shield herself if not push him away, but he remained unyielding.

His passion was a palpable force, driving him to claim her entirely, feel her entirely that with a fierce yet tender urgency, he tore asunder his nightshirt, casting it aside like a discarded shroud. Then, hands that trembled with longing, he drew their bare bodies together, his skin aflame with desire.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, and tears flowed from her eyes like crimson rivers, mingling with the blood that flowed from her legs. Yet, even as she wept, her body seemed to unable protest to his, caged into his embrace like wax in a furnace. His thrust increase at each as if the patience he wove disappear for her. He moan and breath at the feeling of her coated walls clench him around, her nails dent his skins says all the unspoken words.

He simply takes her unspoken words as letters of love words she wish to kept herself. She desires him as he does, only not as much as him. But his love is vast and expansive enough to fill the voids within her, to bridge the gaps that separated her from her own heart. To fill their love until she learns to open her heart.

"I love you". He confess, he thrust hard. She whimper, her teeth sank on her bottom lip to seal.

"I love you". His midnight hair dance with each movement and his lips kiss hers. The honey coat her lips that he can't help swirl inside as he thrust hard, deeper and more.

"I love you". His onyx eyes stare at her half lid ones.

"I love you". He mutter within. Her exhausted (E/C) eyes brimming with tears, trickle down her skin at gentle closeness, spilling down her skin like a bitter confession.

"I love you". Sliver saliva lace their lips from her harsh separation as she moved her face and his thrust deepened, prompting her hand to swing up in a slap. Pain burned and her stomach churned at the full of her insides however he tilts and his face lit up with a radiant smile, the heat color his skin more as grasp the hand that struck him, pulling it to his lips for a tender kiss.

He then thrust deep inside a part that made her back a graceful arc, like a flower unfurling its petals in bloom in his view. Her breath caught, suspended in the rapture of the moment. "I love you," he whispers, his words igniting a fiercer passion. With each confession, his movements quickened, fueling the fire that burned between them. Her lips, pressed together in a fierce attempt to contain her cries, began to bleed, a testament to the intensity of their desire. His hips stuttered, momentarily losing rhythm as he poured out his heart, his love, and his soul into her.

As his fingers traced the curve of her back, they deftly unlatched her bra, releasing the final barrier between them. Her breasts, now unfettered, swelled forth, inviting his touch. He claimed them eagerly, his lips closing around the tender buds as he suckled her.

In the thrall of bliss, his eyes drifted shut, his senses overwhelmed by the pleasure he bestowed upon her. Yet, even as he surrendered to the ecstasy while violenting her lower. The other hand fondle her other breast, such happiness he witness he pull away to coat the other one and again his hips return to gentle, tender and slow she believes her nightmare to be finish. The sun will raise and bright her day, protect her from the monster.

A new liquid of ropes inside her that grip from her thigh to taint the pure white sheet and finally his monstrosity actions came to halt, before she protest dots of white light swallow her entirely.

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Sora bounced up from the doorstep, took (Y/N)'s backpack in hand, and exclaimed, "You're so late! What took you so long ?" But her enthusiasm was met with silence. Her sister walked past her, gaze cast downward, her hair a curtain of secrecy. "Hey ! Are you ignoring me ?"

Undeterred, Umi chimed in, her warm smile a beacon of welcome. "Come sit down! Did you eat anything? I made your favorite dish!" She set the steaming plates on the wooden table yet without a word, her sister brushed past her, climbing the stairs to the solitude of her room. Both the sister confuse and worried of her strange behavior, never did she do that without an upsetting reason.

As soon as (Y/N) stepped into her room, the door closed behind her like a protective shroud. Her knees buckled, and she sank to the floor with a soft thud. Tears burst forth, streaming down her face.

The morning had been a blur of pain and terror, etched into her memory like a scar, from the second She recalled waking to find him changing her dress and his subsequent smile and pretense of normalcy and her vomiting the food serve by the couple to them sharing train to her home was hellish. To be near her abuser was to be trapped in a living hell, where every glance, every word, every gesture was a fresh torment. She couldn't bear to meet his eyes, fearing the darkness she might see there.

Cries pour out when sounds of knock interven, her palm hold the doorknob and attempting to steady her voice. "Go away". She needs no one. She needs some time. Alone.

The response was unexpected, a gentle voice pierced her heart. "You want your mother to not see her daughter's face after so long?' The words were like a key turning in a lock, releasing a flood of emotions.

She twisted the doorknob, and the door swung open, revealing her mother's sweet face. Their eyes met, and (Y/N) felt her composure shatter. She collapsed into her mother's arms, tears streaming down her face as she envelope in a warm, comforting embrace. Her mother's smile dull with concern.

"What happen ?" She ask her daughter however met no answer she settle on patting her back like she used to when her lovely children were mere babies to lure them sleep. She hum a little, standing and hugging her tight to provide a silence message she is there. The rest of family peek fron downstairs quite with curiosity yet smile at her getting the comfort she needs. They are unaware of what occurs yet all they know is she needs someone's support like Umi did few hours ago when confronting the truth that saved her love.

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The next day their elder sister layed on bed, decided to not go school and they agreed despite the question wondering on their mind of why. Sora and Umi left while (Y/N) slept the day away, feeling the pain inside her legs. the sounds from downstairs roused her. Her stomach growl in hunger and she descend to the kitchen, where her mother waited, clutching a lunchbox eerily similar to Umi's.

Their eyes met, and her mother's expression turned gentle. "Sweetie, Umi forgot her lunch. Your siblings are out, so could you please drop off her lunchbox and head back home?"

(Y/N)'s gaze drifted to her mother's dress, noting the hint of a departure. She nodded, a plan forming. She will only give her when he isn't present.

It seem to be proven wrong when she found the classroom empty so she searched for Umi's bag and stuff the lunch box and returning to home when one of their shared female friend pull her to the school club saying it's important. (Y/N) protested, but her friend wouldn't budge. As she reluctantly followed, she collided with her sister, who was rushing with Shun. Their eyes met for a fleeting instant.

"I'm coming !" Umi yell, already disappearing around the corner.

"Excuse them. Something very important is happening to them". The voice behind her, crawl her skin, her entire body still.

"Escape ? It's great to young". An old voice from behind echo along laughter.

"I have an announcement to make today, at this joyous celebration too." Shirō spoke, his gaze locked onto her back, a smirk spreading across his face. The Chairman Tokumaru and principal turned to him, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Matsuzaki (Y/N). I love you". His confession roar and the crowd erupted into a frenzy of delight, their laughter and applause echoing through the halls. The venerable principal's countenance fell, his jaw agape in astonishment. Meanwhile, Chairman Tokumaru chuckled with unbridled glee, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"Be my girlfriend ?" Shirō asked however she knew, it was a demand. A order.

Yet, amidst the tumult, (Y/N) remained frozen, her back turned to Shirō, her heart racing in utter dismay.

"Say yes !"

"(Y/N)-chan say yes !"

"Say yes !"

"How romantic !"

"Say yes !" The deafening chorus swelled around her, a cacophony of cheers and applause that threaten to consume her. The voices grew louder, a maddening din that pierced her eardrums and blurred her vision.

The chaos reached a fever pitch, the faces around her began to distort, their features melting like wax in a furnace. The colors around her bled together, a sickly palette of hues that seem to drown the very air around her.

And then, darkness descended, a suffocating shroud that snuffed out the light. The memories she had desperately sought to bury came flooding back, like a dam breached by the torrent of her emotions.

The husky chuckle, the hands that had roamed her body with an uninvited intimacy, the pain that had left her scarred and shattered– all these and more came rushing back, a nightmare from which she couldn't awaken that she run.

She run out from the suffocating room.

All the students laugh mistaken such act of shyness, the principal roll his eyes and the another man wink at the boy— a sign of good luck he response with a bow. He didn't follow her. He didn't need to when he will come and have her easily.

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And again she wasn't ready. Because right in front is him sitting alongside his parents and her mother is grasping at the words convey by Mr. Mizunuma. A Cheshire smile came upon Shirō's lips as he propose to marry (Y/N) in order to protect her honor for their 'reckless passion of night'. The words dripped with hypocrisy

"I love you". He mouth and never has she despite those three words more, coming as they did from his lips

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