(Highscool AU) (Book TWO)
(Y/N) Kanroji left everything from her homeland to live in with her older sister, Mitsuri Kanroji. She left her horrid past behind, to start anew. To begin again.
Well... That was the plan, anyways. Her supposed plan was un...
Mitsuri's cheerful giggle filled the air as she responded, "Yes, can't you tell?" Her playful demeanor was evident in her words, and the lighthearted exchange continued as Kyojuro shook his head in response.
"I had no clue. But then I thought, "Who else would be here?" I'm kind of delulu." Kyojuro lightly laughed.
Mitsuri nodded understandingly, offering an explanation for her appearance. "I was doing my nightly skincare routine," she said with a smile.
As Kyojuro muttered to himself about the strangeness of women's skincare, Mitsuri's ears caught his words.
Her curiosity piqued, she couldn't help but inquire about Kyojuro's own situation.
With a keen eye, Mitsuri observed Kyojuro's predicament—the fact that he was carrying her younger sister, (Y/N), in his arms.
Her curiosity got the best of her, and she leaned in slightly, her voice laced with playful intrigue.
Mitsuri's playful spirit shone through as she lightly chided Kyojuro, her tone laced with humor.
"Oh my, Kyojuro, you really shouldn't be holding (Y/N) like that," she teased, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she pointed out his somewhat brazen posture.
Kyojuro's response was immediate—a deep blush tinted his cheeks, and he stammered in his attempt to explain the situation.
"Well, you see, she... uh, (Y/N) had a bit to drink, and I thought it would be better to carry her to her room," he explained, his voice a mix of embarrassment and earnestness.
However, Mitsuri's laughter rang out, her melodious giggles filling the air as she waved a dismissive hand at Kyojuro.
"Oh, Kyojuro, I'm just teasing you," she said with a grin, her playful demeanor evident.
She leaned slightly closer, her tone becoming more conspiratorial. "I know you'd never do anything bad to my baby Sis— I know you love her to bits."
A surprised expression crossed Kyojuro's face, his brows furrowing slightly. "You do?" he asked, caught off guard by Mitsuri's words.
After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but ask, curiosity evident in his voice, "How much do you know?"
Mitsuri's smile held a knowing warmth as she responded, "I've known about your feelings for her since the beginning. I am the Love Guru of the faculty, after all." Her words held a gentle playfulness, highlighting her understanding of the dynamics at play.
Kyojuro's internal struggle was palpable as he bit his lip, grappling with the question that had been on his mind ever since he had laid eyes on (Y/N).
The uncertainty and fear of rejection loomed over him. However, the moment finally came when he found the courage to voice his deepest concern.
"Well then... Mitsuri, if you don't mind. Would it be alright if I—"
But before Kyojuro could even finish his sentence, Mitsuri's answer came swift and resolute, a simple "Yes" that resonated with certainty.
The surprise in Kyojuro's eyes was undeniable as he processed Mitsuri's affirmation.
He seemed almost taken aback by the straightforwardness of her response. "Are you serious?" he asked, seeking confirmation and reassurance.
Mitsuri's nod was accompanied by a playful smile, and her words were filled with a sense of understanding and support.
"Yes, Kyojuro, you have my blessing to court my baby Sis," she said, her tone carrying a note of approval and encouragement.
However, there was a stipulation that followed, and Mitsuri's playful nature shone through as she continued, "But no dating until she's twenty." Her words were lighthearted yet carried a sense of protection for her younger sister.
Kyojuro's surprise quickly turned into a thoughtful nod, his expression one of understanding and gratitude.
"Thank you, Mitsuri. I promise I'll take good care of her," he said earnestly, his voice carrying a depth of sincerity as he made his commitment to both Mitsuri and himself.
Mitsuri's response was as animated as ever, her gawked expression accompanied by clasped hands and joyful giggles.
"I knew it! You two are the perfect match," she exclaimed, her joy and excitement evident in her words.
The sight before her seemed to align with her intuition, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
'My Baby Sis is in good hands.' Mitsuri thought, 'Man, why does she always get the hot ones? Luckyy— Oop wait, I already have Obanai.'
Kyojuro's cheeks flushed at Mitsuri's proclamation, and he offered a bashful smile in response. "I feel really lucky," he admitted, his gaze shifting between Mitsuri and the sleeping form of (Y/N) in his arms.
Mitsuri's playful demeanor remained as she snapped her fingers, indicating that it was time for Kyojuro to carry out his task.
"Alright, Kyojuro, get her to bed already," she said with a warm smile, her voice gently guiding him. She expressed her gratitude and trust in him, thanking him for looking after her younger sister.
Kyojuro's nod was accompanied by a genuine smile, appreciative of Mitsuri's words and her confidence in him.
"Thank you, Mitsuri," he replied, his voice carrying a mix of gratitude and determination.
As Mitsuri bid him goodnight and made her way to her own room, Kyojuro's attention turned back to (Y/N).
With Mitsuri's guidance in mind, he carefully and gently carried (Y/N) to her room, mindful of her comfort and well-being.
The act felt meaningful and symbolic—a quiet promise that he was there for her, ready to support and care for her in the days and nights to come.
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