(Uh btw idk if this was clear- but F/n in this means father name- so- yeah-)
Y/n POV
At breakfast Byakuya announces we should throw a party.
"I'm not going." I say. I genuinely do not wish to.
"It's mandatory," Byakuya says back to me.
"Fuyuhiko isn't going either, I could make sure he's not planning a murder or some shit," I say before shoving a piece of french toast in my mouth.
"You are coming to this party."
"You are not my father, hell, he's dead, we haven't even spoken really before this, don't you think this is a little rude?" I retort. Byakuya scoffs.
"Fine. Whatever." He says. I get up and leave the dining hall. I run into Fuyuhiko again.
"Hi Fuyuhiko-kun!" I exclaim with a wave. But... He ignores me. What happened? I run up infront of him and he goes around me.
"Fuyuhiko-kun!" I yell again. He continues to ignore me and walks faster.
"FUYUHIKO KUZURYU!" I yell at the top of my lungs. He stops in his tracks.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!" He yells whipping around to look at me. I can't tell but I think he has tears in his eyes.
"Hey... what happened..?"
Fuyuhiko POV
"It's none of your fucking business." I say. I feel a tear slip out from one of my eyes and quickly wipe it away. I mean- It is their fucking business... It is about them... But- I don't like them... so why do I feel so hurt by what Hajime said? I need to talk to Peko.
"Fuyuhiko-kun, why are you-" I don't get chance to hear the rest of their sentence. I know they can easily outrun me, but I zoom past them bound for the cottages. The moment I get out of view I peak around the corner. Y/n's looking the ground. She's clutching her pendant tight. Did I fuck up really fucking bad? I don't know... I step into my cottage, and as usual Peko is waiting there for me.
"Peko, I think I'm in love with Y/n L/n," I say before I can stop the words from coming out of my mouth.
"I told you to be careful, you know who their father could've been right?" Peko says crossing her arms.
"I know, he could've been F/n L/n... The leader of the L/N Yakuza syndacate," I say. But... if I dated them- No... I can't I know I can't... But seeing them cry- It shatters my heart into a million pieces, and when they smile... it's like the world stops. I never want them to cry again... So, I'll keep my feelings a secret. After all, Hajime was probably right, they'd never like a guy like me...
It's hopeless.