•[chapter eleven]• ✔

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❝when i walk without following my complicated heart, look at me running in front of you without a thought

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when i walk without following my complicated heart, look at me running in front of you without a thought.

― star; cravity.

╰┈➤ "what? really?"

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╰┈➤ "what? really?"

the white-haired rolls his violet optics in annoyance as he takes off the glasses he always wears while finishing his paperwork. "you wanna meet your brother or not? guess i'll just let it slide then-"

izana was just about to walk away from the room when (y/n) grabs his wrist quickly, "oops, no, no! i'll gladly accept your offer!" red hues unconsciously creep up his face as soon as she realizes her tight hold on his hand. "thank you... for being nice."

well, the offer was too sudden, to be honest. the white-haired just randomly knocks on her door earlier and suddenly told her to get ready because he stated that he was going to bring her to meet takeomi.

this is such a chance, so she could finally get in touch with the akashi again. since her phone was gone she came here so (y/n) might suspect it to be hidden or crushed by izana out of his anger. well yes, he did break her phone to avoid her and emma from getting in touch.

the man huffed as he raised one of his brows, "offer? and me, being nice? there's no way, woman. this is a demand i provided to you, can't you see the difference?"

the response got her freezes and irritated for some reason.

he's much different than the other day like he was having different personalities. sometimes he would just being vulnerable to her but this izana might as well hurt her in the meantime... even though she knows this is the usual way he acts.

but our man here is actually just confused with his own feelings.

"just go and get ready now, we'll be leaving in an hour from now," he demands as he glances at the watch on his wrist before walking away but he stops again after several steps, looking back at the downhearted woman. "also, the cake inside the fridge this morning... it's good."

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