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Hiro Oshiro

There are no heroes, no villains. Just people with different agendas.

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a character in “No-Go AA+”, as played by Victorant

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➼ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ,
ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇɴᴛᴀɪʟs
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ. ➼
ʜᴇx ᴄᴏᴅᴇ: #909090




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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ - ᴄʜᴀsᴇ ʜᴏʟғᴇʟᴅᴇʀ
ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ - ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ



➼ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴛᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ,
ᴀs ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴀs sɴᴏᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ,
ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴇʏᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. ➼



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|ɴᴀᴍᴇ|
ᴏsʜɪʀᴏ, ʜɪʀᴏ (ᴏʀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ɴᴀᴋᴀᴊɪᴍᴀ, ʜɪʀᴏ)
ʜɪʀᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀs 宙(ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ, ᴛɪᴍᴇ)
ᴏsʜɪʀᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀs 大城(ʙɪɢ ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ)

|ɢʀᴀᴅᴇ|
ᴊᴜɴɪᴏʀ (ʙʏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ)

|ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ|
19 ᴀᴘʀɪʟ (ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀɢᴇ 18)

|ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ|
ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴᴇsᴇ, ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ

|ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ|
ᴍᴀʟᴇ

|sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ|
ʜᴇᴛᴇʀᴏ-ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ

|ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ|
sʜᴏɢᴏ ᴍᴀᴋɪsʜɪᴍᴀ - ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏ ᴘᴀss

|ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ|
https://youtu.be/XNWE17GqibI

|ʀᴏʟᴇ|
➼ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ
➼ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ
➼ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴡᴀʟʟғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ



➼ sᴏ sᴇᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʟᴀssʀᴏᴏᴍ
ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ 30 ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇs ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ.
ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ. ➼



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ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟᴇᴄᴛ:
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ᴀᴛʜʟᴇᴛɪᴄɪsᴍ:
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ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ:
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ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀɪᴛʏ:
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ɴᴏᴛᴏʀɪᴇᴛʏ:
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|ғᴏᴄᴜsᴇᴅ sᴛᴀᴛ|
ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟᴇᴄᴛ
|ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ sᴛᴀᴛ|
ɴᴏᴛᴏʀɪᴇᴛʏ, ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟᴇᴄᴛ

|ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ|

ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'2"
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 155ʟʙs
ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ᴀᴍʙᴇʀ
ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ: ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ/sɪʟᴠᴇʀ
sᴋɪɴ ᴛᴏɴᴇ: ғᴀɪʀ
ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ: sʟᴇɴᴅᴇʀ
ᴇxᴛʀᴀs: ɴᴏ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs. ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ɪɴᴅᴇx ғɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴘᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴋᴇʏ.




➼ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟᴀᴍʙs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʟᴠᴇs.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀs sʜʀᴇᴡᴅ ᴀs sɴᴀᴋᴇs,
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴀs ᴅᴏᴠᴇs?
ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ. ➼



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ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ғᴏʀ ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ.
ʟᴇᴛ's sᴇᴇ...
ғɪʀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀᴇᴍᴏsᴛ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀᴛ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇs ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴇᴘ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪɴᴇɴᴛ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏᴄᴜs ᴏғ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ sʜʏɴᴇss ᴏʀ ᴛɪᴍɪᴅɪᴛʏ. ɪ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅʟᴇss ᴛᴀʟᴋ. ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪʙᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀs ɪɴᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ, ғᴏᴄᴜsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs, ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴏᴅs ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʀᴇʟʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴇxᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ sᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ sᴇʟғ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ. ɪ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛɪʀᴇ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴅʀᴀɪɴs ᴍʏ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀ ᴍʏ sᴏʟɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ.

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ sᴀᴠᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀʟʏ ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜᴏᴍᴇsᴄʜᴏᴏʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴍʏ ᴇɴʀᴏʟᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɪʀᴅᴀʟᴇɴ. ᴀs ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ, ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴇᴀɢᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʙᴇғɪᴛs ᴍʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ ᴛᴏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ʜɪɢʜ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, ɪs ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ. ʜᴏᴡ ғᴀʀ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ ғᴀʟʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇ?




➼ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ʟɪᴇs ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss.
sᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴏᴀsᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs,
ɴᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ɪ sᴇᴇᴋ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs,
ɪ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴍʏ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ.
ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴅᴀʀᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ,
ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ. ➼



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ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇs ᴏғ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴡᴇʟʟ-ᴠᴇʀsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙɪʙʟᴇ sᴄʀɪᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ. ᴍʏ ʙɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʜʀɪsᴛɪᴀɴs. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʙʟᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ 66 ʙᴏᴏᴋs ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀsᴋ ɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ. ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡ, ᴀᴄᴛs, ᴘʜɪʟɪᴘᴘɪᴀɴs, 1 ᴄᴏʀɪɴᴛʜɪᴀɴs ᴏʀ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʏʟᴘsᴇ ɪs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ, ʀᴇᴠᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴏɴᴇ.
Fighting: Judo
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Instruments: Piano and Cello
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Hobbies:
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Runs in the family: Hypnotist, Hacker
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|Weaknesses|
Phone Addiction
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Obsession
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Premeditation
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Introversion

sleepwalking
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➼ ɪ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅs
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴄʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ ɪᴛ
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ'ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴊᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ,
ɪ'ᴅ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴊᴏʏ. ➼



|History|
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Why she's a Classist—
xxxxShe took pity on a homeless man she encountered on her way home from school. Day after day, he was always there and getting skinnier as he occupied the sidewalk with a gloomy expression as if awaiting his impending death. With the desire to help, she gave the man a taste of wealth that was enough to sustain a good living for a time. Unfortunately, she came across the man once again a year later and followed him to see the good she had done. Her expectations were wrong, seeing into a brothel where the man began drinking and treated women in a disgusting manner. From that day forth, Devone was disgusted by poor people altogether exposed to that at the age of 14.
Why she's Cruel—
xxxxDevone used to be an average girl in a close-knit circle of friends who went out every weekend doing something new. However, her outlook on friends changed when she accidentally overheard them talking about her with spite. It turned out they were all along jealous of Devone's looks, wealth, and generally happy lifestyle and were only acting as her friends to gather secrets to eventually spread and ruin her. That was when she decided that two could play at that game, getting her revenge and enjoying it. She tried to dust the matter off as befriending the wrong people but it was as if she was on a bad luck streak in friends. Everyone was out to get her behind the smiles on their faces. Concluding that the world is just cruel, she decided to be the cruelest. Never again would Devone hand out her trust so easily but many times over would Devone plan more schemes for entertainment.
Why she's at Airdalen, Japan—
xxxxDevone entered Airdalen Academy in her Sophomore year after leaving America behind to chase the mystery surrounding her mother's suicide. Her mother, Chia, was written off as a suicide when her body was discovered floating at sea after Seung received a letter with her last goodbyes. Devone and her father were grief-ridden, the loss coming as a shock to the both of them. They were a happy family as far as she could remember and her mother’s death as suicide didn't make any sense to her. Devone studied the letter with suspicion, comparing it to the many other papers scattered around the home to see if the handwriting truly matched her mother's. After sending the letter and papers to specialists, her doubts were proven correct meaning the suicide story was fabricated and making it easy to deduce the suicide was in actuality a murder. With this evidence and her wealth, she tried to persuade the authorities to continue investigating the case but they wouldn’t budge. Either they were lazy or someone much higher up was pulling the strings. With her own contacts, Devone decided to investigate further following up on every lead that eventually brought her to Japan.




➼ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ,
ᴍᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙʏ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏɪʟ. ➼




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ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴇᴘ sᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ's ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏʙʟᴇ ᴘʀɪᴍᴇ ᴍɪɴɪsᴛᴇʀ ɴᴀᴋᴀᴊɪᴍᴀ, ᴀsᴀʜɪ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴏsʜɪʀᴏ, ɴᴀᴋᴀᴍᴜʀᴀ, ᴍᴀʀɪ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʜɪʟᴀɴᴛʜʀᴏᴘɪsᴛ, ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ ᴄʜɪᴇғ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ ɢʟᴏʙᴀʟ ᴇxᴘᴇʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴄʏʙᴇʀ sᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛʏ, ᴠᴏx ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴅᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇsᴛᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴅ ʜʏᴘɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪsᴛ, ᴏsʜɪʀᴏ ʏᴜᴜᴅᴀɪ.

Imageᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ's ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏsʜɪʀᴏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ sᴇɴᴛɪᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀs ᴍʏ ʙɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇʀ ғɪʀsᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴀ ɴᴀᴋᴀᴊɪᴍᴀ ɪɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛ.
ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴋᴇ ᴏғ ᴀɴᴏɴʏᴍɪᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢs ᴏғ ʜɪɢʜsᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʟɪғᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɪɴsɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ᴀs ᴀ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏsʜɪʀᴏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛ ᴍʏ sᴛᴇᴘ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ. ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ sᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴇʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴇᴠɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ.
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ɴᴀᴋᴀᴊɪᴍᴀ, ᴀsᴀʜɪ ᴍʏ sᴛᴇᴘ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʀᴏʙᴜsᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ.
ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪᴢᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀʀʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʙᴏʀᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀs ɪғ ɪ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ғʟᴇsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪsɢᴜsᴛ. ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ.
ɪ sᴜsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ sᴛᴇᴘ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ sᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏғ sᴏɴ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴏʀ ɪғ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's. ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪᴛ sᴜɪᴛs ᴍʏ ᴀɢᴇɴᴅᴀ, sᴏ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs. ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ ɴᴀᴋᴀᴊɪᴍᴀ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀs ɪᴛs ᴜsᴇ sᴇʀᴠᴇs.

ɴᴀᴋᴀᴍᴜʀᴀ, ᴍᴀʀɪ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғʟᴜᴄᴛᴜᴀᴛᴇs.
ᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴅᴇᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍɪx ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏɪʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴇ ʙᴇɴᴇғɪᴛ.
Imagesʜᴇ sᴀʏs, "ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ." ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ sʜᴇ ɢʀɪᴇᴠᴇs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋs ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ʜᴇᴀʀs ᴍᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀɪᴇғ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ᴘʀᴇss ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴄᴇ.
ɪᴛ ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘʟʏ ᴄᴏɴғᴜsɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sᴛᴇᴘ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs.

ᴏsʜɪʀᴏ, ʏᴜᴜᴅᴀɪ ᴍʏ ʙɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀɴ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛғᴜʟ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ.
ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ. ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄʟɪғғ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀs ʜɪs ᴏɴʟʏ sᴏɴ, ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀʏ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴘɪsᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ғᴀsʜɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏs ᴏғ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.
ʜɪs ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴍᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ ᴀᴅᴍɪʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ʟɪɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʀᴋ.
ᴀs ᴀ ʜʏᴘɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪsᴛ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀʟᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɪʟʟ-ᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴜʙᴄᴏɴsᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴏ ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴs. sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄʟɪᴇɴᴛs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇɴɪᴀʙʟʏ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴛᴏʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ's ғᴇᴇʙʟᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴅ,
ʜᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sʜᴏᴛ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ sᴇʟғ-ᴅᴇғᴇɴsᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ᴍʏ sᴛᴇᴘ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ɪs ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ.
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟ ᴅᴀʏs, ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇᴀʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴡs ғᴇʟʟ ʟᴏᴏsᴇ.




➼ɪ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ,
sᴏ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴀ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.
ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ sᴇᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ғᴀʟʟs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇғᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴏʀsᴇ. ➼




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xxxx"What a beautiful day." Devone hummed as she walked leisurely through the gardens with a smile as sweet as honey. She did not frequently utilize the garden but it was there as part of her home and meticulously well taken care of. "This is lovely." She said as she raised her hand to gently touch the rose covered arbor. “Eve.” A male voice disturbed her moment of solitude with a nickname she hadn't heard in a long time. Long silver hair and amber eyes emerged from the other side of the same arbor. ”We both know you have no appreciation for nature.” His hand placed over hers on the rose. The suddenness of physical touch caused Devone to flinch, one of her fingertips pricked by a thorn. He saw her flinch and he saw the drop of blood but his grip on her hand didn’t waver. "And you have no appreciation for me." Devone remarked, her red eyes almost boiling like the blood in her veins as she glared up at him. ”Touche.” His hold on her hand slid down to her wrist. "Surely, you did not come solely to flirt so let’s skip the pleasantries. What do you want?" She asked, her tone switching from annoyed to sultry.


xxxxHe laughed the kind of laugh that sent chills down spines. ”Straight to the point and you know me so well. Why did we break up again?” Devone grew uncomfortable at the question as she attempted to wriggle her hand free but he refused to let her go. ”Don’t tell me you’re flustered.” He lifted her chin with his other hand so their eyes could meet. Devone stopped struggling as her energy was wasted. His hands were warm but his heart was cold. That used to be what she liked about him the most. "If we know each other so well, You should also know I really hate repeating myself… Tell me what you want before I make you go away." Devone threatened although he appeared to have the upper hand by the looks of things. ”I want what you stole from me. I know it was you.” He said angrily but without a pause or skipping a beat, he leaned in closer and stole a kiss. It was just like how their relationship used to be but Devone's feelings had changed. She bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed. He withdrew but didn’t wipe the blood off his mouth. Instead, he laughed again. "Well, well… every rose has thorns."


xxxxHe released Devone completely just as her right-hand men and his own men arrived in the gardens. Both groups had lost track of their masters and were equally surprised to see the two reunited after a sour break up. He turned his back to leave as their business was concluded. He was done for the day but not forever. “Adam, I hope you find your apple.”  Devone said as her riddled farewell. Isaac and Goro joined her sides and watched as their unexpected guests departed. “What did he want?” Isaac asked with curiosity as Goro kneeled down on one knee and attended to her finger that had been pricked. Devone was silent for a while, her eyes focused in the distance where the mystery man had disappeared. “He wanted what he can't have.” Her eyes narrowed as memories flooded her mind uncontrollably like a trauma. Little did he, Adam, her ex, Oshiro Hiro know he was standing right on top of it as part of Devone’s intended irony, under a patch of fake grass and a panel leading down some stairs with the prized possession kept in a vault.

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xxxx"Garbage." Devone waved her personal stylist away before sitting down with her legs crossed and crossing her arms too with both impatience and disappointment. The personal stylist was a new hire as the usual one Devone employed was inconveniently on vacation overseas. She was a timid looking girl by the name of Tamaki, Itsumi who did not carry herself with the grace and poise expected of someone in her chosen career path but there was that saying Devone heard of that went something like, 'pick the hairdresser with the worst haircut at the salon because they're the reason everyone else looks good.' Devone rolled her eyes reflecting on it because she couldn't recall the source but hoped there was some truth to it. When she last minute hired the Tamaki girl, she didn't quite expect...her. Itsumi returned again and again with more recommendations for the outing later that night but Devone would reject them again and again.
"Yikes."
"Bigger yikes."
"I wouldn't wear that even if I was dead."
"Ugh, are you even trying?"

xxxxUnlike Devone, Itsumi had the patience of a saint and wasn't deterred. "Well." She began. "I never asked but what is the occasion tonight Miss Kim?" Devone's gaze wandered over to the windows of her bedroom and the cloudy uncertain skies. "I don't know." she answered, her tone of voice much softer than the harsher comments she spat out before. "Wear something comfortable with pants. That was all he said." Devone relaxed her posture, resting her cheek atop her fingers as her red eyes returned back to the only other individual in the room like a target. "Is that a tall order?" she taunted. Itsumi remained silent for a time before clasping her own hands together and asking more probing questions that she believed would help her understand the task better. "Who would this man be to you? A family member? A friend? A romantic interest?" Devone tilted her head so it rested on her hand more unsure how to address that particular query. Part of her wanted to say it was none of the Tamaki girl's business but she did come to realize the question wasn't completely uncalled for. The stylist would like to know her relation to the person involved at the event in order to best tailor her attire for it. What a lady might wear around a family member could greatly differ from what she would wear around a possible suitor.

xxxxDevone sighed at how tiresome this whole ordeal was. It wasn't like she really needed a personal stylist. What she was currently wearing was considerably fashionable enough, accentuated her body's figure nicely and she hadn't even left the house. For some reason or another, she just hired one. It felt like a reassurance towards something so unclear. She was still dumbfounded that Ryou requested her time as a Christmas present because she was so sure nobody in their right mind would with her worrying reputation as the prestigious school's Ursula. "He's..." Unintentionally, she pictured both Ryou and Hiro next to each other. Her ex-boyfriend Hiro with his long silver hair and cunning smile contrasting with Ryou, short dark hair and a straight face. Devone closed her eyes and smiled to herself before simply saying, "Different. I want to dress to impress."

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"I made a reservation for 6PM sharp."
"Cancel it."
"I don't cancel plans... not even for you. Get dressed."
"Cancel it."
"You're insistent on this."
"I am."

Hiro turned around from the full length mirror to direct his attention to his girlfriend who was refusing to cooperate with his dinner plans. This was problematic but he did not act much concerned as it was not a regular occurrence. Perhaps it was a mood swing of some sort or that time of month. Usually, she was very cooperative and supportive of his agenda. 'Behind every great man, there's a great woman.' his father would often say while doting on his mother. But Hiro had heard another version, an alternative that was more along the lines of, 'Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.'

"Since when do you give orders to me? Get dressed." He reminded her of their roles and returned to facing the mirror to fix his collar, although able to view her figure and blood-colored glare in the background. She did not desist as she picked up the most fragile object from his desk, a shot glass and threw it to the wall on his right. He noted it was the first time she had thrown such a fit in his presence. However, he didn't flinch or turn around, continuing with his routine for the night out and slipped on a classic suit jacket. "That was my father's." He stared matter-of-factly, adjusting his sleeves and checking that the length settled comfortably around his wrists. "I know." From her response if it were truthful, it must mean she really wanted a go at him or sought such attention but it would prove to be a waste of time. He had plans. "Whatever it is that you're feeling, put it aside." He left the mirror to cross the room, sweeping aside the glass shards temporarily closer to the wall using the side of his shoe. When he was satisfied, he took steps towards the object of his affection and analysed every inch of her emotionally flawed being. "You're being emotional. Whoever upset you, that's what they want. They want to see you suffer. They want to make you weak. Don't fight with me and get dressed." He gazed into her eyes that were consumed with all this unnecessary emotion. It was for her own good that she toss it aside at the least, for tonight.

"What's wrong with you? I'm upset and you don't ask why? You don't even question it?" She was shorter than him and physically inept but her tongue hissed like a serpent and her eyes, her blood red eyes that he so adored were burning bright and spreading like fire.
"Feel something."
"Feel something!"
She banged on his chest making more demands. Hiro already reminded her that it was not her place to issue orders. He warned her but still she disobeyed. He would not have it. 'Revelation 3:19 Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline, so be zealous and repent.' He instantly made a move, grabbed her and pinned her to the wall with his own body. It was loud as he used his strength only holding back some and their shoes mixed with the glass underneath. His eyes never left hers but they did change, the amber sharper as they aligned and challenged her red to a duel. "I feel pity for you. Look at you in such a sorry state. You want to cry a river but you can't afford the tears. So, you resort to anger and you take it out on me whom is the closest to you. You want to push me away. Now, why would you want to do that? You need me." His voice was lower and breath heavier as he leaned in close, their foreheads touching. Although touch between partners is generally used for expression of affection, their relationship operated unconventionally where touch was also a tool and threat no matter how sweet it looked on the surface."Pity... that's all you feel." She mumbled under her breath as confirmation that she heard correctly. "You're upset but it's not me you're upset at. It's not about us." She was venting and he had not done her wrong so he was confident in his words. "Go and get dressed."

"It is now. We're through."

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Hiro slammed down on the brake pedal and swerved the car. He had been driving above the speed limit lost in his memories when a mindless pedestrian decided to freeze on the spot right in front of his oncoming vehicle. He had managed to stop the car but missed the person barely as they were positioned by the side window of his driver seat, still frozen stiff. A line of cars behind him hit each other as a result. He looked in his rear view mirror and could identify that one of the drivers was already taking initiative to report the road traffic accident. Hiro had no interest in spending the rest of his day speaking with police over such a trivial matter. His car was not damaged and he had not hit the pedestrian but he had been driving over the speed limit. His amber eyes turned to eye the pedestrian who had brought such trouble. A stranger, female of average height or slightly above, dark violet hair and green eyes... shining emeralds. She must have been crying.

Hiro's hand was ready to honk the car horn at her but stopped himself. He could hear the footsteps of one of the drivers involved in the accident from behind approaching and it would not look good. Hiro stepped out of the car, his long white jacket flowing behind him as a gust of wind picked up and sent his hair in disarray. He stood right in front of the female pedestrian then broke the comfort zone by stepping even closer to analyze what he was dealing with, what he was working with... "Excuse me. Oh, there was a pedestrian." The driver in his late 40s commented aloud, looking from Hiro to the girl then back again. "Yes. Appears not injured but I'm taking her." Hiro replied assertively, bending down to lift the girl off her feet and into his arms in a bridal carry. The driver stuttered with obvious disapproval but Hiro made his way for the car and his tone of voice was unkind, impatient, perhaps even intimidating as he had no desire to stay and this man was delaying. "If you care for this girl to have medical attention as soon as possible, open the car door and let me take her. Do not waste time." The male driver sighed but gave in, opening the passenger side door for Hiro to place her. "Alright but I will note your car plate if anything happens." The driver then left to talk with the other drivers. Hiro's hand reached for her seat belt and buckled it, then slid all the way up the top to check the tightness was not suffocating. In the process, the back of his hand had lightly brushed inappropriately over her chest area but he didn't react or say anything.

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He closed the door and resumed his place in the driver seat, next to his new passenger. There was more room for her at the back but he could keep a better eye on her if she was closer and beside him should she cause any more trouble. Beep His car was connected to his phone to keep him updated while driving. Once he stepped on the gas and voiced confirmation, the notifications poured. He did not expect any personal messages and his passenger might as well have been comatose with how frozen she was when he discovered her. She wasn't a threat and he was also in no rush to make conversation. Silence was comfortable to him no matter who he was with so long as he was in control of the situation. "Proceed."


Nakajuma, Asahi
(1) Missed call
(1) Voicemail message


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Oshiro, Hiro.
Welcome to Airdalen Academy. Please be informed that as per your successful enrolment and nearing the festive Christmas season, we have assigned you a Kris Kringle/ Secret Santa assignment that is due this coming Monday. Students are encouraged to be creative and generous in selecting a gift for their assigned fellow student as is the tradition and spirit of Christmas. As we are well aware of the last minute arrangement, we have attached a general file of the student you have been assigned to ease the process for you. We look forward to your attendance.

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Misaki never quite understood why car accidents that were filmed for tv shows and movies were often presented in slow motion. The cars were often going impossibly fast and as someone that had never seen a real accident for herself until now, it didn't make sense. Never in her life would she have believed that the way they depicted it was so painfully accurate if she had not witnessed it for herself...by running into traffic. I-I did something really stupid didn't I...? While it felt like time had all but come to a complete stop, Misaki was still too terrified to realize the full extent of what she'd caused.

Subconsciously she knew enough, knew that she'd caused an accident, but it wasn't fully registering that in a slightly different scenario, many different scenarios, she wouldn't be walking away from this at all. It didn't quite hit her that she could have easily died over something that in hindsight was so insignificant. Confronted with her own mortality, she was in complete shock, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words as her brain went into overdrive as it tried to process what happened through the adrenaline and her emotional state.

While logically she was aware that anyone could die, as her baby sister had died so young in infancy, she never imagined that anything dangerous would happen to her. Recklessness like this was not like her, it was dumb, she should have gotten a better hold on her emotions, she knew that but in the moment it had felt like all the air was being stolen from her lungs and escape was her only chance to inhale again.

As she wasn't dead yet, did not feel an impact, Misaki took a shaky, dee[ breath, the best attempt she could muster to reign herself back in. She was surely in a lot of trouble, the police would be called. Would she have a record after this...? More importantly, was anyone hur- Oh dear god... what if someone in the cars got hurt, or...what if... what if they...-d-died? She'd never forgive herself if her stupid outburst of emotion had gotten someone killed. Life was too short, too precious.

It wasn't until she was approached by one of the drivers that Misaki somewhat snapped out of her thoughts. Words. She needed to use them, but none were coming out. Her head lifted to at least make eye contact, but with tears still clinging to her lashes and pooling in her eyes, her emerald orbs couldn't make him out very well. G-Get it together, Misaki! She scolded herself, fully aware that she had put his life at risk. Sure, she was bad with guys and this was hard enough on a good day, but she had to apologize. Still, no words came out immediately. She'd scared the shit out of herself, and it was going to take more than willpower, she was choking on anything that she tried to say to him. She was a wreck all on her own today, her issues with guys be damned.

Her first reaction was to take a step back when the very white stranger approached. No! That was not a race thing, he was just...literally in all white, like a monochrome photo, save his pants. She wondered how he managed to keep all that white clean, impressed honestly, she was not mindful enough to wear white. No! That's isn't the point. Back up! Just as she managed to put one foot a step behind her, an older man approached as well. Well, if her day wasn't distressing enough already, it seemed it was only going to get worse. A lot of people were rightfully angry, worried, or a blend of the two. She didn't want to go home, but she didn't want to be there any longer either. She didn't want to explain herself to absolute strangers, to the cops, to her parents.

Taking me? Did he say he is taking me?! Misaki immediately panicked. No, no, no! Leave me here! I change my mind, I'll talk to the police! She wanted to scream, but before she could gather herself enough to will her voice to breathe life to her thoughts he'd already swept her off of her feet. With a loud gasp, she instinctively steadied herself by holding on to him. She wasn't sure what was scarier, the prospect of being dropped or staying in his arms. Her soul was SCREAMING, nearly escaping her body. Her brain was frying, so many scary things were happening all at once that she was beginning to wonder if this was all just a very odd nightmare. The Fujoshi couldn't recall a single time she'd been carried in such a manner. In her younger years, she was too invisible, too pudgy, no one wanted to. She doubted they could have, and if they did, it would have had a more comical tone than anything. It would not have had the same effect.

Medical attention? Why did she need that? None of the cars had hit her!! Though when both men assured she made it into the younger one's car, Misaki thought immediately that she might die. Why was the older man letting her get in the car with this terrifying person!? Who let something like that happen to a young girl?! Taking his license plate would be useless if he was a serial killer, she'd be long gone by then! Why was this happening to her!? No one saw her until she lost weight. Ever. Misaki Serinuma was a total wallflower, as far as she could tell, no one from school remembered her despite her attending Airdalen for several years. She wasn't bullied, which she was eternally grateful for, but she just didn't exist...which was arguably just as bad and lonely. After so many years of being invisible, being seen was a new kind of hell, she didn't have the social skills or immunity that others had built. Her facial features always gave her away so easily that it was practically painful. Her entire existence had become about shyness, embarrassment, and trying to not stand out.

It wasn't until she felt the young ivory haired guy's hand graze her chest that Misaki jolted. Leaning back in the seat, her emerald eyes once again locked on him in her surprise, her cheeks turning red. He was getting by with a lot more with her than most, "I-I- You didn't have to- I-I'm sorry..." Misaki stammered, unsure of what tangent of thought she was going to stick with.

This... this was uncomfortable. Not the car, she was perfectly comfortable in the passenger seat, but... she was in a vehicle with a perfect stranger, it did little to ease her nerves. They were moving, her head turning slowly, looking out the window. Still shaking, Misaki couldn't quite figure out why he'd brought her along, but her tears were easing up as they left the wreckage she'd caused behind them. When he accepted the message, Misaki wiped her eyes. It had nothing to do with her, so she kept her eyes on the happenings outside, however, she couldn't help overhearing the name of her school, and as a result, his name.

ImageQuickly wiping her eyes on the pink sleeve of her jacket, the violet haired girl forced herself to focus on the moment. So...he's a student at Airdalen like I am... but he's new... so that information doesn't actually help me... He wasn't saying anything either... it didn't really bother her all that much, well, except for the fact that she owed him a proper apology. A lot of people could have been hurt, or worse... including the two of them, "I... I just want to apologize for dragging you into my problem." Misaki began, taking things slowly because she was still quite overwhelmed. The last thing she wanted was for her voice to break mid-apology. Taking in a quiet breath, she slowly continued what she finally decided on, I don't intend to make any excuses for it... so, uhm, I'm sorry. She chose not to address him by the name she'd overheard, it would totally give away that she'd listened to the email, and she had made a horrible first impression thus far. If there was going to be a risk of bumping into one another she wanted to backpedal to a more neutral zone, "I don't need a hospital...and my house was back there... I can just call an ube-" Misaki stiffened a little, staring down at her lap as she slipped her hand into her pocket only to realize she had forgotten her wallet...and her phone.

Worst. Day. Ever.

Shaking her head rather quickly, like a dog shaking off water, Misaki dismissed her thoughts, refusing to sink into a humiliation spiral, "N-No matter, I can call from a gas station... I've already imposed far too much." Misaki wasn't sure where he was going, but she was trying to escape this situation as politely as possible. Alone with a guy...it was impossible! She couldn't do it! She couldn't even pull her gaze up to look at him, this wasn't going to work!
Knowing she had held onto him, that he'd picked her up a few moments ago, she couldn't relax, not even a little bit.

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"I... I just want to apologize for dragging you into my problem."

Hiro didn’t respond even as his silent passenger began to speak, stuttering with her words to try to resolve the situation or at the very least, ease the tension that was possibly building within the vehicle and space between them. The violet-haired girl had already apologized before when he was buckling up her seat belt but it seemed she felt the need to apologize again with more thoughtfulness but with the same amount of stammering. He was driving beyond the speed limit at the time but she didn’t seem to know that and he wasn't going to enlighten her. If she believed it was her fault, he would let her believe that. The truth held no benefit.
She was out of sorts, shaking as much as the words but it was a natural reaction considering the circumstances. Hiro didn’t even know this girl’s name and he had bridal-carried her into his car without consent. He was well aware of what he had done was a little bizarre but that little bizarre option was preferable to the others. If he was going to have his time wasted inevitably, he would waste that time on his own terms.

"I don't need a hospital...and my house was back there... I can just call an ube-"

Hiro’s gaze turned to the side briefly as the girl reached for her pocket. It occurred to him that as timid and apologetic as she seemed, there was always a chance she'd reach out to someone about his questionable actions. She was struggling to speak, aloof, and shaken that made it look highly unlikely that she would attempt to physically overpower him especially after her frozen statue display but that didn’t mean she was incapable of surprising him overall as a stranger.
That concern faded rather quickly as the girl’s hand came up empty and he returned his focus to the road ahead. It was laughable really how bad her luck was to almost get run over by him and find herself empty handed with him. He was giving her room for doubt but at this rate, she was at his mercy if he willed it. Amused as he was, he didn’t show it. The girl was panicky enough already.

"N-No matter, I can call from a gas station... I've already imposed far too much."

It was clear to him that she wanted to escape, another normal response to being taken in by a stranger of the opposite sex. However, he had no intention of giving her what she wanted. There were multiple reasons why but Hiro hadn’t fully realized that list as of yet. It wasn’t like he orchestrated that car accident. Life had thrown him a curveball and he was dealing with it. So long as he remained in control, he could deal with anything.

“Take deep breaths and try to relax.”

He opted for a typical approach as an opener with a soothing gentle voice. People often found comfort in familiarity and predictability. There was nothing he could do to transition from stranger to familiar in such a short span of time but he could work with being predictable after such a series of unpredictable events. It was the best course of action in the meantime to calm the poor girl's nerves and make his plans sound more agreeable. He was going to have this situation dealt his way and hopefully for her sake, in a cooperative fashion.

“What happened back there was... a close call but as far as I could tell, no one was injured, my car wasn’t damaged and my car didn’t hit you but I saw the way you froze up in the middle of the road. Whether it was by mistake or on purpose, I’m escorting you to get psychologically evaluated and I won’t let you go until it is conclusive.”

Gentlemanly but assertive with a touch of impulsiveness. That’s the impression he was aiming for.

“I’m Oshiro, Hiro. You don’t have to tell me your name if you don’t want to. I understand this is a strange way of introductions and perhaps, you may wish to forget this ever happened afterward.”

Stopping at a red light, his arm reached over in front of her to open the glove box. He pulled out a handkerchief that he kept there for occasions when his suit jacket pocket was looking boring and bare, not the type of guy to wear a flower. It was an old fashioned white handkerchief, the kind you’d expect to be passed down from generation to generation with its fancy embroidery and initials in the corner. Hiro offered it to her, seeing as she had been crying and it would be a softer alternative to her sleeve. If she didn’t take it, he would leave it on her lap. His hand returned to the steering wheel, waiting for the traffic light to change.

“Once you’ve been evaluated, you may do as you please. If there’s any trauma caused as a result, I’ll see to it you are made comfortable and compensated as much as possible with or without my direct involvement. I understand that trauma victims may prefer not to have any contact with sore reminders.”

Understanding and only meaning to be helpful was the next impression.

“Now, I am imposing but I feel as responsible about what happened as you do and I’d prefer to deal with the matter as I see fit than leaving it in the hands of the authorities who have no personal obligations in what happens next.”

It wasn’t entirely true. He didn’t feel responsible for what happened but empathizing was important. It was true that he wanted to do things his way and not leave it to the authorities but the actual reason was much simpler - because it was his way and not someone else’s. However, there was no way the girl could know any better. Distrust in authorities was a common enough reason, they were strangers and his lies flowed as smooth as silk with feigned passion in following a moral compass that he didn’t possess.

“I rambled, didn’t I? My apologies. Well, I hope you feel a little more at ease. Feel free to ask me any questions or we may travel in silence.”

Cool, calm, and collected exterior but nervous on the inside was the last impression.

Hiro had spoken a lot, more than he would have liked. He didn’t like to run his mouth but it felt necessary. Talking allowed connection and talking a lot would make it look like he had dropped his guard. It was a nervous practice for some. It wasn’t one of his. He vocalized some of his plans, although not the entirety. He had introduced himself, but also not the entirety. He didn’t like to give everything away just like that. It would spoil the fun.

Greenlight and he continued driving for a few more minutes. His speed was safely under the speed limit the whole journey to their destination as if he had learned from the morning’s incident. Hiro spent the majority of the time appearing concentrated on driving alone although if his mind could be read, it would appear otherwise. He was rattled. Once upon a time, he had lectured his ex-girlfriend about her unbridled emotions but today, his emotions had grabbed a hold of him. If he hadn’t been affected, he wouldn’t have been speeding, almost hit someone, and be here. Being here wasn’t a problem but what led up to it, was. It would imply he still carried a torch for Devone and going to see her about what was stolen, an excuse. Hiro did not want that to be true. More than anything, he didn’t want that to be true. He couldn’t afford such a weakness and he was certain the red-eyed devil would devour him if she found it.

“We’re here.”

Hiro said softly as the car turned left and parked right outside a hotel called, 'The Royal Lion'. He stepped out and tossed his keys to the valet standing by like a habit. The valet caught them and moved to open the door for his passenger but Hiro stopped him, opening the door for her instead. Alerted of his arrival, it wasn't long before the car, and they both were surrounded by at least 20 of his well-dressed subordinates. There was nowhere for his guest to run. The moment he carried her to the car and drove to his place, he had ensured it.

"I already had plans before meeting you and I would like to see my schedule through without further disruption. Shall we?”

He asked her before leading the way. Her acceptance or refusal was irrelevant now that they had arrived at the place he controlled the most. His subordinates stayed close covering all sides the whole way. He owned the penthouse and as he had too many subordinates for the elevator, only 3 remained and the rest took the stairs.

ImageIn the middle, Hiro stood with her, analyzing her emerald green eyes. He wondered if she was intimidated, scared maybe. It must have been an emotional rollercoaster to go from a car accident to this but for him, this was just another day. He boldly moved to stand closer to her in that small space, his height more apparent.

"I will arrange for your psychological evaluation in one of the meeting rooms then meet with you after to see how it went. Answer truthfully."

The softness in his original voice from the start had vanished, replaced with apathy as he relayed her instructions. Hiro was no longer required to keep up with a charade or exert more energy. He was in charge here and comfortable. She was but a mouse caught in his cage for as long as she kept him entertained. He took off his coat and placed it over her shoulders, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"Do it for me."

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Awkward. She was spewing out word vomit while her potential kidnapper wasn't saying a word. This was already pretty humiliating but it seemed she was intent on making it worse, so was the story of her life, really. It was kind of tragic, but she never really found a way to correct herself from vomiting words in an uncomfortable situation regardless of how much worse it made a situation rather than salvaging it.

The soundless driver was only unnerving her further. He wasn't getting violent, like the kidnappers often did with their victims in all the crime shows. She watched a ton of Forensic Files and the like, enjoying re-enactments quite a bit, they scared the crap out of her, but she just couldn't stop. It emboldened her fear of getting close to men, but it was a big part of her nightly ritual if she wasn't burning the candle at both ends to squeeze in more BL Manga.

Her situation had become all the more dire without her phone or money, but she couldn't change her situation. She was already in a moving vehicle with a stranger, jumping out would only result in injury, or death. It was much riskier to try something like that, at least she assumed it was. The stranger was an unknown in comparison to taking her chances with the road, but she'd already suffered enough trauma related to cars and the asphalt. She wasn't brave enough to try even if it was the safer option in the long run, even without the equally frightening situation she'd found herself in moments ago.

“Take deep breaths and try to relax.”

As he completely ignored her attempts to escape him, Misaki's gaze shifted nervously. She was trapped, and the destination was a mystery. She had no way of telling anyone where she was or who she was with, even after learning his name. That was useless if she wound up dead in a ditch or buried somewhere in the woods. The dead couldn't speak. When I screw up I go for the gold I guess... The violet haired girl sucked in a breath as she was instructed, but she was unable to steady it at first. The uncertain situation did nothing to help her relax, but she did accept that panicking would only make things worse. It hindered logic and interfered with storing memories. If there was any chance of making a run for it, she wouldn't find it or succeed if she didn't make an effort to calm down. Would...anyone even care if I did disappear though? Would anyone really notice? My family already considers me a burden...and school... I'm nobody... Misaki thought to herself, pretty sure that her family wasn't even concerned by her absence. They were too used to it, and probably would be grateful to have her gone at this point.

As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. If this was a BL Manga I would like this situation a lot more... He's got the looks for it, and I assume he would be a Seme... he's far too assertive to be an Uke. Misaki thought to herself, turning her head to stare out the window. In truth, she was just doing her best to hide her expressions from him. This was not the time to fantasize and indulge the Fujoshi side of her personality, but it was the only way she knew how to remove herself from a scenario, it was pacifying, her go-to when it came to coping with anything too intense to handle otherwise.

“What happened back there was... a close call but as far as I could tell, no one was injured, my car wasn’t damaged and my car didn’t hit you but I saw the way you froze up in the middle of the road. Whether it was by mistake or on purpose, I’m escorting you to get psychologically evaluated and I won’t let you go until it is conclusive.”

Emerald eyes widened in horror, but with her eyes on the passenger side window, it wasn't easily seen unless he was looking the same way and happened to be looking at her reflection, which she was gambling he wouldn't, as he was the driver and had almost been part of an accident moments prior. A psych evaluation... No! No! No! Her parents could not find out about this! She would be disowned for running away again. They wouldn't believe her that it wasn't her intention, and the accident she nearly caused? ...She would be in so much trouble... Misaki was already eighteen, her family could kick her out easily... and she didn't know how to survive on her own. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she never had to work a day in her life aside from her forced exercise regimen. This stranger probably meant well, but if her parents were notified she had gone to psych, had gone so far without notifying them, she'd be in a world of shit. The road to hell was paved with good intentions. That was the quote that came to mind in the moment.

“I’m Oshiro, Hiro. You don’t have to tell me your name if you don’t want to. I understand this is a strange way of introductions and perhaps, you may wish to forget this ever happened afterward.”

While she had already overheard his name, he offered it up on his own to introduce himself. He'd hit the nail on the head when he mentioned she might not want to offer up her own to him. She certainly did not. If she gave her name it only made it easier to contact her parents, so she met him halfway, "...For now, you can just call me Misa..." She was wary of him, making sure to not give him her surname or her entire first name, instead choosing her childhood nickname. This was not because he had behaved suspiciously, well, aside from snatching her up from the scene without even asking for her consent. He was being kind enough, intrusive, but kind enough that there were not any other red flags she'd picked up on. No, the distrust was due to his gender, more than the circumstances. Any woman would be wary of a random guy kidnapping them, but Misaki wasn't just any woman, she was a different breed, for better or worse, and the internet believed it to be for worse. The depictions of Fujoshi were just hurtful, despite her having been the poster child for one not too long ago.

As the car stopped, Misaki would be a liar if she said she wasn't a little tempted to try to open the passenger door and jump out. There was one important factor she was in too much shock to remember, however... Had he put the child safety lock on? She couldn't recall for the life of her! That made it too risky to try, because if she couldn't get the door open, she was at risk of angering him. Attempting an escape without knowing if he had locked her in properly ran too high of a risk of triggering violence that the stranger was not yet displaying. His unexpected movement toward her earned a jolt from Misaki, who relaxed upon realizing his actual intent, "...Thank you..." she replied hesitantly, a little embarrassed by her hypervigilance. Sure, the situation warranted it, but she didn't spend much time with guys.

Upon inspecting the handkerchief, Misaki blinked down at it. Although she was plenty wealthy in her own right, it seemed to be too nice of fabric to be used to wipe her eyes with. It appeared more decorative than functional, "Are you sure...?" She asked, waiting a moment for confirmation before gently dabbing her eyes. She thankfully did not often wear makeup, so at least it would not be stained by anything other than her tears.

“Once you’ve been evaluated, you may do as you please. If there’s any trauma caused as a result, I’ll see to it you are made comfortable and compensated as much as possible with or without my direct involvement. I understand that trauma victims may prefer not to have any contact with sore reminders.”

His words took her aback, he'd been nothing but civil with her, at least verbally thus far, but if there was any truth to what he'd just said, at least at some point she would be free to go home. The only hitch to any of this was that she was a serial runaway and she was on her last strike, any notification to her family would likely result in her being ejected from her home and her birth father's door being slammed in her face. She would have no one to turn to, and with no idea how to survive in the real world that was a dangerous situation to be in, "That's certainly very kind of you...but I think I'm fine, more or less... though trauma will be the least of my concerns..." The last bit obviously had nothing to do with him, as there was no malice in her words, and she didn't cower from him any more than she had already distanced herself. She was referring to something else, but did not feel inclined to tell the unpredictable stranger her life story. The less that he knew about her, the better. That meant it would be much harder to notify her family of anything, by him, or any psychologist.

“Now, I am imposing but I feel as responsible about what happened as you do and I’d prefer to deal with the matter as I see fit than leaving it in the hands of the authorities who have no personal obligations in what happens next.”

The mention of police made the girl freeze solid, she definitely did not seem to enjoy that alternative, perhaps less than he would have. She had too many run-ins with the authorities of too many surrounding cities to count over the years and with the threat of being disowned by her entire family she was not keen to have another. Ever.

“I rambled, didn’t I? My apologies. Well, I hope you feel a little more at ease. Feel free to ask me any questions or we may travel in silence.”

With a sigh, she resigned to more casual conversation,"I am guilty of doing that often." She bit her bottom lip. Misaki was undeniably a nervous talker, he had been her most recent victim not too long ago, so it wasn't something she felt she had to hide, she couldn't. As the car continued on its path, Misaki took a quiet breath in. Did she want to talk further? Her brain said not to, but the silence wasn't favorable either, it always made her uneasy, even without a tense situation like the one she found herself in now. On the flip side, if she spoke too much she could say things that she shouldn't, divulge information she preferred to keep to herself.

“We’re here.”

Thank God. I don't have to decide. Misaki thought to herself, a weight taken off her shoulders, but a new one added on in its place. A hotel? Her brows furrowed in confusion. Didn't he say he was taking her to get an evaluation on her mental state? Misaki unbuckled her seatbelt, unsure if what anything he had said was the truth at this point, but this was potentially a moment she could run, if she was quick enough. However, when Hiro beat the valet to the punch in opening the passenger door, she begrudgingly accepted she didn't have a route of escape once again. It felt like he was reading her mind at every turn. Was she giving that much away with her facial expressions or was he just thinking of these things before she could? It was anyone's guess, she had been told she was an easy read because she struggled to not be an expressive person, but she'd done her best at certain points to hide her face at least....

"I already had plans before meeting you and I would like to see my schedule through without further disruption. Shall we?”

With the army of his subordinates surrounding them, all hope of making a break for it any time soon seemed lost, "As if there is a choice in that question..." She whispered under her breath, especially given how they were surrounded, much like a security detail protecting the president. Following along without incident, Misaki pouted a bit. Every plan she made, he managed to thwart seamlessly. However as they entered the elevator, Misaki swallowed hard. She was a bit claustrophobic. It was only bad when the space was enclosed, and until elevators stopped and the doors opened, they were essentially just a box without escape. She'd seen too many suddenly stop between floors in horror movies. Clenching her hands into fists, she closed her eyes, trying not to think too much into it. The last thing she needed was to have another freak out session. It didn't stop her throat from feeling tight or her heart from pounding in her ears. though. That was involuntary. It'll be over soon. It'll be over soon. It's okay. You're okay. she tried to tell herself, channeling her father's words when she was little in similar situations. At times, elevators were unavoidable after all.

When she realized that Hiro was looking at her, Misaki jolted, heat rushing to her cheeks. The dark-haired girl was startled, side-stepping intuitively before she could stop herself from visibly verifying that she was cautious of him and on the shyer side in general. As he moved closer, her heart only pounded harder. While she was already dangerously aware of how small the area they were in was, especially with three other people inside the elevator, Misaki was more aware of it in that moment as she had little room to move away and trying to escape him in such conditions would only be a pathetic joke. She also became aware of their difference in height, which was alarming as she was a few inches above average in that department for a girl of Chinese and Japanese lineage.

"I will arrange for your psychological evaluation in one of the meeting rooms then meet with you after to see how it went. Answer truthfully."

...Seriously... was he reading her mind or what? How did he know that she intended to lie throughout the evaluation? Her eyes averted, once again caught by what she could only guess to be his eerie superpower or that she was in fact, a pathetically transparent person. It was alarming and annoying either way! The change in his tone was not lost on her, but Misaki said nothing, it would serve no purpose, especially when she was outnumbered. The fact that he cloaked her shoulders in his coat was contradicting his tone, but if his hands were still on her shoulders he would feel her shiver as he leaned in. Every fiber of her being told her to pull away, but there wasn't really anywhere to go. He could get to her in any corner of the elevator. It was futile to jerk away, but after he whispered those words in her ear she did so anyway, quite quickly. Whipping around so her back was facing him, Misaki only hoped she was quick enough to conceal the explosion of color that had claimed her face. If her fear of tight spaces didn't have her feeling lightheaded, she certainly felt so now. It wasn't uncommon for her to faint if she got too close to a guy physically or became too embarrassed, but she didn't want to lose consciousness, not in this situation. What would he say then? That she needs a full medical check-up!? No, she was going to do her best to get out of here as quickly as possible, "W-What choice do I have?!" She squeaked out, finding the request to be redundant given the measures he'd gone to that ensured she had nowhere to run.

It was becoming quite clear to Misaki that this guy was toying with her now. Despite her efforts to conceal her reaction, her hand had come up to her ear reflexively when she had felt his breath on it and it was still covering it. Why couldn't she have been overweight again? This situation reminded her of a meme. The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap... Stay safe... Eat cake. He could not have carried her so easily from the scene had she not lost all that weight, nor would so many guys at Airdalen be so interested in messing with her. I was invisible until mother interfered! This is all her fault! On another note, is Airdalen full of sadists? And if that isn’t the case, why do I encounter them so often!?

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The female violet-haired victim of a near car crash who introduced herself as Misa was not calming down any time soon judging by appearances. As the elevator doors closed with them inside, her reaction did not go unnoticed by him. Small balled up fists, tightly shut eyes and she stepped to the side quite quickly once he advanced towards her. She was starting to see the situation for what it really was. Was he really deemed to be a kind stranger who carried a girl into his car to seek medical attention? Preposterous. There was no such thing. It was wishful thinking at best. "That's certainly very kind of you...but I think I'm fine, more or less... though trauma will be the least of my concerns..." The corner of Hiro's mouth was tempted to shift upward. It was a poor choice of words as her concerns increased by his doing, by the minute.

He felt her shiver from his touch when he let her borrow his coat and watched as she moved away from him again. Hiro let her be. She wasn't going anywhere, anyhow. "W-What choice do I have?!" She had such a meek voice that he barely understood what she said. But before he could answer one of her better questions, the elevator doors opened and he stepped out followed by everyone else as the three subordinates in the elevator with them in particular, stayed behind himself and their guest. Once out, he looked down at Misa first as the item not originally included in his itinerary. "You seem a little red, Misa. I hope you don't have a fever or else... you might have to stay." One more subordinate appeared walking briskly towards them from down the hallway. The man stopped to bow politely then joined Hiro's side to delicately mutter, "We are running behind schedule." Hiro nodded, turning back to Misa before he goes about the rest of his day.

"Take her." He ordered the three from the elevator, pointing in the general direction of one of the conference rooms. He then directed the others to follow his lead down the hallway from which the one man came. They didn't have a psychiatrist conveniently twiddling their thumbs so he made a quick phone call to a family friend that he could trust to keep the matter contained. "Hara-san, can you come to the hotel?" She was the daughter of one of his biological father's friends who also took an interest in the field of social sciences. She was in her mid-30s, had a friendly disposition and a sharp mind. They rarely communicated but she was always dependable, and it was no different this time as she accepted the task and agreed to arrive no later than 10 minutes.

Hiro ended the call and entered the penthouse, greeted immediately with a warm embrace and a strong pat on the shoulder by his stepfather and the PM of Japan, Nakajima Asahi. "Son. You didn't answer my call. I was so worried." Son. It was an unnatural greeting under Hiro's standards. Did aunties greet their nieces by calling them, nieces? Did grandfathers greet their grandchildren by calling them, grandson or granddaughter? No. It was only natural for the younger person to address their elders like that. However, by his stepfather's standards as a man who had no children of his own, it was natural and had become a term of endearment. His stepfather always said it so proudly too. "Father, I apologize for worrying you. Everything has been taken care of." Endearment returned. It was a fair exchange for power.

Hiro and his stepfather sat on the lounge chairs across from each other with tea prepared, discussing the day before delving into politics.
"Nuclear power is still a divisive issue."
"If the polls are anything to go by, the overall favorability is low, to begin with."
"Hardly surprising. The people haven't forgotten the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Plant crisis."
"A result of simple carelessness. Had it not been for that, well..."
Hiro took a sip of his tea. His stepfather enjoyed talking more than the silent company and it didn't bother Hiro in the least especially as it was comfortable, talking like equals instead of letting age dictate the wisest man in the room.
"We have the Harigaes now. I hear they're selecting a new head of the family."
"Are they now?"
"Indeed. Let's hope they choose wisely."

A subordinate, the same subordinate from before who had been sent to bring Hiro spoke up after watching the clock on the wall tick away. "Apologies for the disruption Prime Minister, we must move on to your next meeting with the U.S ambassador." Asahi got up from his seat and smoothed out the creases in his suit. "If I must, take care son." Hiro stood up as his stepfather gave him another pat on the shoulder before leaving. The room was engulfed in silence as the subordinates scattered. Some left to attend to the PM and the other half, positioned themselves outside the penthouse to guard and serve Hiro. He sat back down on the lounge and picked up a book titled, 'Beyond Good And Evil' by Nietzsche for some leisure reading. “Men have hitherto treated women like birds which have strayed down to them from the heights; as something more delicate, more fragile, more savage, stranger, sweeter, soulful – but as something which has to be caged up so that it shall not fly away...” He read for a while longer until he heard his phone. It was Hara-san's psychological evaluation of Misa received as an email. Then there was a knock on the door, presumably his guest now that the evaluation had been completed. "Come in." he said, looking at his phone screen once more before gesturing the girl to take a seat. He set his phone on the coffee table face down, the notification also effectively removed before she could be in visual range of it.

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When the doors opened and Hiro put the matter of ruffling her feathers aside, Misaki let out a sigh of relief without even trying to hide it. Elevators were certainly not her friend, but perhaps she could reconcile with the doors. Doors opened. Doors were a means of escape, and whilst she couldn't go very far, it certainly granted quite a bit more space from the increasingly troubling stranger she found herself entangled with. It was decided, at the very least, the doors to the elevator weren't so bad. Ever since she had accidentally bumped into Kazuki on her way to gym class nothing seemed to be simple for Misaki anymore. The attention that she received from people was unnecessary, unwanted, and she was desperately searching for a return address.

From the way that boys were messing with her all the way to Devone being suspicious of her, albeit rightfully so to an extent, Misaki just wanted to disappear again. Her life as a wallflower was far more comfortable and she never meant to step out of it like this. I just want to be invisible again! I didn't sign up for any of this! I don't want it! Let someone else have this... it's just a burden. Misaki seethed to herself, growing a bit fed up with all the otome-like situations she was finding herself in. She liked PLAYING otome games, but they were Yaoi! She never ever envied them though! She did not crave to self-insert herself into one!

Noticing that Hiro's eyes were on her again when she stole a peek in his direction, Misaki nearly jumped out of her skin. You can let me go home already! It's not like you hit me with your car! What was the point of taking me hostage?! This is more illegal than anything that might have occurred on the highway! That trail of thought led to some dark anxiety fuel, her blood running cold. Selling her organs on the black market? Human trafficking? Oh dear god... It couldn't be that. Even if it was, she was damaged goods! There was no way that she was suitable for a life like that! She could barely even talk to guys, let alone... NO! Don't lose your head. You're panicking with no evidence of anything yet. Relax. Breathe. It probably isn't anything like that! She scolded herself for letting her vivid imagination get the best of her, to terrify herself.

"You seem a little red, Misa. I hope you don't have a fever or else... you might have to stay."

"NO!" the meek girl spoke up, but her attempt at firm denial came out as more of a squeak as it felt like her entire body bristled up. Great. She had the firm resolution of a mouse. A mouse riddled with crippling anxiety. A mouse that needed Xanax. Perfect. ...Ugh... Nailed it... Misaki thought to herself sarcastically, "T-That's not necessary! I—I mean... I'm sure my family will be worried." Misaki scrambled for her excuse, not wanting to be brutally honest about her true reasoning. While she had issues with all men, this 'Hiro' guy was increasingly scaring the shit out of her. If this was a manga she had been reading from the comfort of her own room, if there was a male lead in her place, perhaps it would have been exciting—dare she say an enjoyable read—but it was not exciting or enjoyable in real life experiencing it as the heroine.

"Take her."

The violet haired girl's heart skittered when he said those words, having to remind herself she was headed for a mental evaluation and this was NOT a mobster TV special. While those words were not necessarily a true sign of freedom, it was her first reprieve from her abductor. It would give her time to breathe, to calm down, and unpack everything that happened since she stormed out of the house. Time to think was good, in its own way. She quietly heeded Hiro's directions, fighting the instincts that told her to bolt for the elevator as soon as his head was turned. When it came to Misaki feeling cornered, the flight response was always her first instinct, and she often obeyed it, as her second was freeze, and that was more often than not far more costly if her time watching nature shows had taught her anything.

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Upon being deposited in a room and left to her own devices, Misaki pinched the bridge of her nose, pacing the room. Trying to slip out was impossible, as the door was guarded, and upon inspecting the window, she accepted it was a suicide mission to attempt any escape through there. Effectively caged, Misaki continued to pace as she had sat long enough in the car and it helped burn some of her restless energy.

Kindled by the unique situation she had found herself in, Misaki was little more than a purple ball of energy whipping back and forth. "Who even is this guy? Who just kidnaps someone off the street?" Misaki scoffed to herself in astonishment, shaking her head. She had an answer, but it did absolutely nothing to comfort her, "A psycho. A psycho does that..." she answered herself in a defeated tone.

As her time with this unknown headshrinker grew closer, Misaki felt the wave of dread closing in on her like the high tide. The more time that ticked by, the more substantial the slow, painful sense of drowning became. It wasn't as if Misaki hadn't been to therapy before—she had, many, many times, not that it ever brought her any real comfort. Her first appointment was a misguided attempt made by her parents. After the inevitable death of Misaki's little sister, they thought it would help her cope.

There was more than a little resistance when they announced that they were making her go to a therapist, as Misaki didn't want to talk to a stranger: she wanted her parents back together. Medication didn't feel like a fix: and talking to someone that had no reason to be invested in her wellbeing but to get a paycheck didn't help either. It felt like a bandaid. It sucked to feel like a problem to brush under the rug. Rather than her parents taking the time to treat her as if she was even remotely a priority to either one of them, Misaki was managed like a problem instead of a person.

A perfectly well-behaved and adjusted child had suddenly taken to running away, so obviously, she needed to be medicated instead of given extra love and support in the most traumatic time of her life. Her parents couldn't see that all Misaki ever wanted was a semblance of normalcy, for their happy little family to make a real effort to mend itself, but no one could see past their own grief, and drugging her required less effort anyway.

In her experience, therapy wasn't all that helpful. Misaki's issues were never directly addressed, as the therapists she met only cared about masking them for a while with drugs. They always seemed to stop working, or the side effects were more awful than her symptoms they were treating, and other times it was both. That was when she turned to her own methods, the otome, the yaoi, sinking into isolation instead of developing socially like the other kids. Her little world felt safe and she was content to be the only one in it, even to her own detriment.

Misaki finally sat down after several minutes of pacing back and forth when her legs began to tire. All she was left with after fuming about Hiro was that she had royally messed up this time. Running away had never gotten her in such a mess in the past, but after a couple of dozen times doing so, it was bound to happen.

Hearing the door finally open, Misaki steeled her resolve. She had no intention of being honest with the psych called upon by a complete stranger, but she had to play along. First came the introductions, which she of course only gave the same alias, willfully refusing to properly identify herself. Then came the questions. Fun.

"So, would you like to talk about why you were on the road?" Came the warm voice, which was a tool at her disposal meant to be disarming, calming, but Misaki had been here before.

Pressing her lips together, she had no intention of going into details about her family, about how she felt neglected by her mother, her father, and detested by her step-father, "I needed fresh air so I went for a run. I got something in my eye and before I knew it I was trapped on the road. The traffic was overwhelming. A simple mistake, a dumb one, but one that won't happen again." Misaki spoke matter-of-factly, almost combatively, to be frank. She was on the offense subconsciously, in spite of her previous intentions to charm her way through, she had a clear hatred for psychology and those who practiced it.

"Were you running away from something? A fight at home maybe? With a boyfriend? You sound like you were distracted. Upset by something. Bottling it up only makes things worse. You can talk to me."

This made Misaki scoff, "Yes. I was running from my problems—again! Does that help you pick at my brain or is it just fun? We're all running away from something. If we weren't, why run at all?" Misaki answered, growing a bit touchy as the questions grew more probative, but remaining vague all the same. Of course it is my family... isn't that always what damages us? Ruins our sense of security? Our naïveté? All parents screw up their kids in one way or another, isn't that what your books tell you?

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It was finally over, the evaluation at least. Somehow they always felt more like an interrogation than medical care. Perhaps she just wasn't cut out for it? There was still the matter of convincing the stranger that had picked her up to release her—preferably without notifying her parents about what happened. They were gone before anyone had the chance to take pictures or plaster their faces on the news, but it was definitely going to get at least minor news coverage all the same. If he decided to reach out to her parents she would be in a world of trouble at home, potentially not being allowed to return, but she had no intention of making that information known to him, especially as he seemed to enjoy her discomfort.

Oh right. She was standing in the hall still. She was supposed to knock, right? Well, she knew that, but her hand was frozen just before touching the door. She had seen many manga and anime scenes that had started out like this, and it was petrifying. "God, if you are listening I get it! I promise I will never ever read another yaoi starring pushy wealthy male leads again if you make him just let me go! It isn't cute! I get that now! I'm done with this trope now! Misaki was already a ball of nerves, but she had to knock—

Knock! Knock!

I DIDN'T DO THAT! I'M NOT READY! her soul screamed in horror as her assigned escort grew impatient and knocked on the door for her. Fidgeting and panicking, Misaki reconsidered making a beeline for the elevator after all, "I-I was about to do it! Misaki squeaked, glaring pitifully at Hiro's employed help. It was a bald-faced lie, as she knew she didn't have it in her to knock on her own, but surely they didn't know that! Was she just that easy to read that everyone could do it?

"Come in."

Bristling again as she heard confirmation to open the door, Misaki couldn't tell if the color was draining from her face or rising to her cheeks anymore. She had reason to be nervous, embarrassed, but she was also fairly terrified. Her hand extended toward the door, trembling but making actual progress this time. She had no choice lest his manservant might take the initiative there too, so a shaking hand slowly turned the handle and she forced herself to step in, "O-Okay." She replied as her entire soul sobbed and demanded she tuck tail and run while she still had considerable distance between them.

The heaviness she felt was overwhelming, her feet feeling as if they were encased in lead, but Misaki forced herself to enter the room one step at a time all the same. While she managed to gather herself to a point, her features were not stone, she wasn't practiced in concealing her emotions, not even a little bit, so they trembled and twitched occasionally despite giving it her best effort.

Not sure if she should sit or stand, Misaki remained standing midway between the door and the lounge area for a few moments longer than would have been considered natural, at least for a decided person and especially when she was already ushered to do so. Deciding it was best to cooperate as she was the one at the disadvantage, Misaki sat across from Hiro, quite notably as far as possible from him physically while still complying with his direction. A mild affirmation that she was appropriately wary of him now that she had properly shaken most of her hysteria. Wetting her lips nervously before speaking, Misaki decided to get to the point rather than beat around the bush, "So are you satisfied? I complied and spoke with your specialist. May I go now?" Misaki asked, daring to speak a little more pointedly than she had spoken with him before despite her undeniable unwillingness to engage properly with the therapist.

Growing tired of being a caged mouse batted about here and there on top of the fact that she had the displeasure of meeting yet another shrink, Misaki's mood had visibly soured. There wasn't a lot she could do, running was an option, but he obviously had everyone in the building under his thumb, the odds weren't even remotely in her favor. Still, she would make an attempt if she felt she had no choice regardless of how dismal her chances of success were, "...I'm not particularly disadvantaged in my own right, someone will notice my absence... It's less of a hassle for everyone involved if I leave now." Misaki added, keeping her gaze out the window rather than meeting his.

It was a gamble, but if someone reported her missing, regardless of his wealth, it would at least be an annoyance...right? She wasn't exactly a nobody, her family ran a ridiculously high-end hot spring resort that celebrities often frequented, she wasn't as rich as the person sitting before her, but she wasn't someone that wouldn't be missed either. Hiro didn't have to know that her family expected behavior like this as she was a serial runaway. I do NOT want to spend the night! I don't even know this guy! No! There are enough problems that were created by getting so much attention from guys! Devone was already suspicious of her, and she just couldn't have guessed how much worse this truly would make her life if that girl learned of this. She had no idea the two had a history, it was knowledge that she had no way of obtaining, especially as she didn't have her phone. She couldn't even google this guy in her free time! While she knew it would be bad if she was entangled with yet another Airdalen boy, that it would only make her fellow senior more suspicious of her, she just had no idea what kind of landmine she had found herself stepping on this time.