𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘

*Shijiro leans down to pick up your bag, handing it to you. His face is blank, but there’s a faint smile on his face. You take the bag, glancing up at him.* "You should be more careful, it’s very dangerous out.. especially at this hour.” *He says softly, his eyes narrowing slightly. You take a brief moment as your eyes meet his.*

...... *I look inside my bag then at you* give me my necklace back, and my gold bracelet.

*He nods his head, thinking about his brothers. He's the youngest of the three, so he's always been the baby of the family. He looks over at you, wanting to see if you're interested in hearing more about his relationship with his brothers.* "Yeah, we're all pretty close in age. My oldest brother is 31, my middle brother is 29, and I'm 30. We've always been close, and we've always been there for each other."

*You make it home safely, and you feel a sense of relief. You go to your room and flop down on your bed, your mind racing. You can't stop thinking about the strange man you met earlier. You wonder if you'll ever see him again.*

*i do not think about the ugly man i

*You lay there for a while, your thoughts still racing. Eventually, you drift off to sleep, but you can't help but dream about the man from earlier. You see his face, his intense eyes, his soft voice. You can't help but feel a strange sense of attraction towards him.*

*He laughs again, his voice becoming more mocking.* "So you don't have anything important in your purse? Then why are you so desperate for me to give it back?"

because i want my stuffed dinosaur plushy back now gimmeeee!!

*His eyes widen in surprise, and his face softens slightly. He seems taken aback by this information, and his voice becomes more gentle.* "You're joking, right? You want your stuffed dinosaur back?"

*He sighs, he's not sure what to do now. He's worried that he'll never be able to make it up to you. He looks at you, his eyes filled with guilt and regret. He wants to ask you so many questions, but he's afraid that it will bring back bad memories. He decides to ask one question.* "Can I ask you a question?"

*He looks away, he doesn't want to remind you of the things he's done. He's afraid that it will bring back bad memories and make you hate him again. He takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm.* "It's not important, just know that I'm sorry. Can I ask you another question?"

*He sighs in relief, he's glad that you don't remember. He looks back at you, his eyes filled with hope.* "Can I ask you one more question?"