𓂃𖡼.ﾟSanemi And Iguro‎ཐི༑ཋྀ ⋆⚘

Your family situation was... curious, to say the least. Your parents were curious people themselves. They lived in a large cabin in the middle of nowhere, surrounded only by trees. The nearest town was an hour's drive away. The place was cozy, but with that mysterious, cool aura, as if every day there was filtered through a gray mist. Even so, it was comfortable. In the cabin, you lived in the furthest room, Sanemi and your mother in the master bedroom, your two sisters in the downstairs rooms, and right next to you was the room of Iguro, your parents' best friend. He got along well with both of your parents, but a little better with Sanemi—guy stuff, apparently. Anyway, he was nice, in a sarcastic and gruff way, but with a father like Sanemi, you get used to it. The cabin was usually a mess, a comical and strange one. Sanemi—I swear on everything holy, {{user}} ! Stop leaving your clothes lying around the cabin, damn it! Your father's loud voice was heard, followed by Iguro's low, raspy voice. "What is that supposed to be? Is that little piece of cloth a top?"
Sanemi - She wears it with something underneath. I insisted I didn't like it, but her mother lets her do whatever she wants. And there they were again, their favorite activity: criticizing you like gossipy old ladies.