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Yachiyo love Shiori’s voice. Shiori sweet voice, pure of affection.
But Yachiyo hate it too, so much. When Shiori voice barely above whisper, chocked by emotion, calling her sister's name. To think such girl bear so much pain.
It was truly devastating how fate playing with Yumeoji sister. Either way, both Yumeoji was in pain. And while it’s crushing her to no end, she’s the comfort that Shiori seeks. So Yachiyo would hold her close, like many nights they spent together. While listening to Shiori silent cry, promised for tomorrow.
“Sssst. It’s okay, sweetheart. Tomorrow everything will be all right.”
If Yachiyo can take some Shiori pain away, Yachiyo would do anything. Like barging to Fumi’s apartment and beat the shit of that Idiot. Morrow can’t come soon enough.