𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦
𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺
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IN WHICH, a girl hiding her insecurities with a mask becomes a witch...
AND THEN YOU WERE PACKED, HESITANTLY READY TO SPEND THE REST OF THE HOLIDAYS WITH PEOPLE YOU HAVEN'T SEE IN ALMOST TWO YEARS AND EVEN THEN MINIMALLY.
you exited your front door, heading out of your apartment with kaburamaru and urara around your shoulders and a backpack and small suitcase in hand, being met with a car. you blink, in the front see was your master, kagaya ubuyashiki and his wife, amane, in the drivers seat.
you drop to an immediate bow as the door swings open, oyakata-sama carefully lifting himself out.
"[name], how wonderful to see you again"
"oyakata-sama, you grace me with your presence"
he smiles warmly, "please, stand"
you lift your head and stand.
"now, please enter the car as we pick a few others up"
you pause, "others?"
"ah, yes. we shall be picking up two others on the way back"
you just nod, but internally groan.
you could only hope it was someone you could stand. more like not uzui or giyuu.
you take a seat in the car cautiously, looking around at everything as amane starts to drive.
you grip the seat tightly, sitting stiffly.
about half an hour later, you stopped again.
you peer out at an extremely big, shiny house and immediately groan.
out came flashy old tengen, carrying a mountain of bags as he grinned brightly.
he shoved his bags all in the boot and paid oyakata-sama a respectful greeting before shooting in the back seat, tossing an arm around your shoulders.
your eye twitches. "uzui" you say grimly.
"[name]! how have you been!" he ruffles your hair and you slouch, clenching your fists.