✔️𝑆𝑇𝑂𝐶𝐾𝐻𝑂𝐿𝑀 𝑆𝑌𝑁𝐷𝑅𝑂𝑀𝐸 | 𝐵𝐴𝐽𝐼 𝐾.

˜*•.𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎

"...𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪..."

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When you woke up there was a soft knock coming from the front door.

"Hello?" you called out from the bedroom. Glancing at the time on your phone, you saw that it was two in the afternoon. "Damn it's late."

The covers that were insulating your frigid body were instantly thrown off when the knock on the door got louder.

"I'm coming," you yelled, trying to stuff your feet in the slippers Baji got for you.

Whoever was at the door was avoiding the peephole because when you looked, there was only a blurry figure standing off to the side.

"Can you let me in, please? Kanari san?" the voice asked.

Kanari san? But only Mikey calls me Kanari.

"Who are you?" you ask, your hand hovering over the doorknob.

"Shinichiro," he said.

"Who—?"

"Just let us in!" another voice said.

"Us? Who is us?" you continued to ask. You knew better than to let some random men in your home—Baji's home.

"It's Mikey's brother!"

"And his friend! Koko!"

"I have no clue who you guys are," you said.

"Call Mikey. He'll vouch for us!"

"Fine," you sighed.

Grabbing your phone off of the bedside table, you rang Mikey's number. It rang twice before he picked up.

"Kanari-chan?
Are you okay?"

"Hi, Mikey.
Yes, I'm fine."

"What's going on?"

"Do you have a brother?"

"Mhm. Shinichiro!"

"Oh. So he is real.
But you've never talked about him."

"You never asked."