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○Lost | Kisaki x Reader

I'm surprised and glad you guys liked my previous Kisaki oneshot ٩( ᐛ )و
Also, the Hanma's 🤌

Being Hanma's sister was... Weird, to say the least. In at least in the eyes of Y/N anyway. If you asked her brother he'd probably say that it was the best, because why wouldn't he? So when he suddenly walked up to her and asked if she wanted to participate in an arm wrestle, she was very hesitant because when her brother was grinning it wasn't great.

"Why am I doing this again? " She groaned as her tattooed brother sat her down on a chair before going to fetch someone else. "Because I'm your family and you love me. " He responded as he sat a tan skinned boy down who had glasses and a singular hoop earring, not to mention he looked very irritated. Which was understandable because Hanma liked to piss people off to no end.

A small smile caught her lips as she watched the boy in front of her begin struggle as the two of them held their hands together, her overpowering him in terms of strength as she didn't have to put so much power into her hand to bring his own down. "Oh, I suppose I win then. Good game. " She spoke with an absentminded tone as the bleach blonde boy glanced up to her with his blue orbs.

Whatever that girl was doing to him, he didn't like it one bit. When she caught his gaze however he looked back down at the table as a light rosy red gently dusted his cheeks.

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Kisaki placed the bag down down beside him before he took a seat on the ground himself. "I hate you y'know? Your not supposed to go someplace where I can't go with you. " He mumbled out as he pushed up his glasses, feeling the cold winter breeze blow through his still short hair. "That was our deal right? "

A small sigh left his lips as he took something out of the bag he brought and placed it beside the cold stone. Gradually throughout the months he had begun to catch feelings for the girl, whether she did or not he didn't know. The thing he had placed was a bracelet the girl had made using embroidery floss and always wore, even if she was getting in a fight with someone. Which happened more often that one would think. Small tears pricked his eyes as his fingers traced over the grey tombstone. "I'm still pissed at you for dying.. "

He just wished that.. He told her of his feelings before she left him permanently.

Does this count as angst?