𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃。 .˚₊ˊ˗
⇢ brocon x fem! oc x ohshc
⇢ mature themes further in
"i really, really hate my brothers. but in my defense, they really, really hate me too. well! that makes fourteen of us!"
natsu asahina's brothers are shit bags in human form...
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Aight. Today was the day.
She couldn't help but feel happy. Her mother was getting married and this time, for real, she was officially getting a sister! The cars pulled up to the building and the girl, clad in a sleek tuxedo, got out. A warm and giddy feeling bubbled up inside of her and she couldn't help but smile. Today was the day. She rarely smiled so genuinely like that.
(her brothers would probably think she was crazy or something)
(who was she kidding she already is lmao)
When the brothers (plus Natsu and Ema) arrived at the wedding venue, The ebony-haired girl left the thirteen others to explore on her own. Ema had also left to explore as well. After a few twists and turns in and out of the buildings (and maybe she might've gotten lost along the way), Natsu came to a stop at a large white door, which had a sign that read, 'BRIDE'S ROOM, RESERVED FOR FAMILY MEMBERS.' Hmm, she must've been at the right place, then. She knocked on the door, and when a "come in!"' was heard, the girl opened the large door to find Miwa. The blonde woman was dressed in a beautiful strapless gown, which seemed to be made from silk or satin, one of the two. White flowers were sewn along the hem of the skirt and the neckline. A white sash hung across Miwa's waist.
"Honey! Look at you, how dashing. I haven't seen you in forever!" Miwa engulfed Natsu in a hug. Natsu watched her step, careful not to step on the skirt of the dress.
"I've missed you too, mom," Natsu smiled, brushing off the invisible dust off her blazer once Miwa had let go. "Thanks for the tux, by the way. It's really nice."
The blonde put her index finger to her chin, looking Natsu up and down. "You look so handsome!" she gushed, "Though I wish I could see my beautiful daughter in a dress. . ."
"Oh, mom. . ." Natsu adverted her eyes, refusing to make eye contact for any longer. She decided to change the subject. "I love your dress, who designed it?"
"Yuzuha Hitachiin, a friend of mine. She and her two sons should be here," Miwa answered. "Anyway, go ahead and explore around more. I don't want to coop you up in here."
"Alright then..." Natsu waved Miwa goodbye and started off. Once she was outside, the girl paused, lost in thought. Hitachiin, huh? The name seemed familiar to her. It gave her a strong sense of deja vu. She tried the name out on her tongue, not too sure what to make of it. The girl wasn't sure where, but she had definitely heard this surname before. If only she could remember...
