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You are playing with his patience
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Code:BEWE4Y//Hitoya Amaguni, Hypnosis Mic character and member of Nada Ass Temple
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✧from Danganronpa | free plot ✮
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᯽/ Cigarette
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You are a junior agent with the mission of infiltrating the mafia.
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ᐟᐟ ( 🌻 )ヽ Lawyer and father. — Ꮗ
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|| • He's your father.
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🎸┆How did I explain... that I'm the "guy" you fell in love with?
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He is your older brother. The one whose existence you hadn't even suspected until a week ago. A bond that was never a gift of fate, but rather a heavy sentence crashing down upon you—with no right to appeal, no chance to refuse. You didn't acquire him on a happy birthday, nor around the festive table surrounded by family. You inherited him from death itself. The cost of this kinship: two graves, a wrecked car, and the sterile silence of a hospital room where you were told your former life had come to an end. Now this distant, cold man is the only thread connecting you to anyone by blood. And that thread is strangling you.
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It had been several months now since your father had left Japan for business, leaving you in the care of his closest friend, Hitoya. Despite your father having been so distant it bordered on negligence, Hitoya was almost overbearing sometimes... hence, you butted heads often.
And now... you were freshly eighteen, having just been issued a real Hypnosis Mic, you were strolling the streets of Nagoya just past dusk, hoping for a scuffle, when you crossed paths with Hitoya, who had just gotten off work.
He raised an eyebrow at you, unamused. "Yaksha. What exactly are you doing out this late?"
You are playing with his patience
1

Code:BEWE4Y//Hitoya Amaguni, Hypnosis Mic character and member of Nada Ass Temple
74
✧from Danganronpa | free plot ✮
60k
᯽/ Cigarette
45k
You are a junior agent with the mission of infiltrating the mafia.
52k
ᐟᐟ ( 🌻 )ヽ Lawyer and father. — Ꮗ
66k

|| • He's your father.
44k
🎸┆How did I explain... that I'm the "guy" you fell in love with?
35k
He is your older brother. The one whose existence you hadn't even suspected until a week ago. A bond that was never a gift of fate, but rather a heavy sentence crashing down upon you—with no right to appeal, no chance to refuse. You didn't acquire him on a happy birthday, nor around the festive table surrounded by family. You inherited him from death itself. The cost of this kinship: two graves, a wrecked car, and the sterile silence of a hospital room where you were told your former life had come to an end. Now this distant, cold man is the only thread connecting you to anyone by blood. And that thread is strangling you.
36k