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"Ughh..." Rindou groaned from where he was laying on the..... actually, where was he? He can feel something very soft underneath him, so that means he's definitely not laying on the ground after a fight. If he were, then he'd be able to tell. After all, he and his older brother did fight regularly, and while losing was uncommon for them, it was still a possibility. Though that would leave him feeling sore all over and he did not feel any discomfort at all. He feels like he's been sleeping for a century and he just woke up, though he can't recall how, when and where he fell asleep. Did he even fall asleep?
"Rin...?" a voice called out to him. He looked up, now his mind was a bit more focused than it was a few seconds ago. The fog in his mind seemed to have cleared up as he realized that the person who called out his name was none other than his older brother Ran. As he took in his surroundings, he realized that he was not at a place he recognised.
"Nii-chan? W-what happened? where are we?" Rinodu asked Ran, his voice laced with confusion. Ran griminsed, he had no clue either where in the world they were. "I don't know Rin, but it looks like we're in some sort of room."
Rindou deadpanned at his older brother's not-helpful-at-all observation. He rolled his eyes. "I can see that much." came Rindou's short reply.
They, indeed, were in a room. It looked fairly normal. There were posters all over the walls for various things. K-pop idols, groups, bands, anime, movies - you know, like any normal teenagers room. What stood out the most were the sheer amount of trophies and medals this room held.
As they were glancing around, the door suddenly opened. There , in all her glory, stood y/n. Their personal hair stylst.
You see, the Haitani brothers and the 18yr old girl have been friends for quite a while now. They come to her every now and then to get their hair done. She did an amazing job and her prices were low. They always wondered why she worked in the small shop she opened when she could be making so much more money if she worked professionally at some high end hair salon. When they asked, she simply said that it was a hobby and she wasn’t really in need of money. And that it was a good way to practice. For what exactly, they didn’t know.
When they started going there, they were surprised to find how easy she was to talk to. They felt comfortable around her for unknown reasons. They didn’t feel the need to put up their guard around her. It was always pleasant to hang around in her shop. They would just show up at random times either because they were bored or they just needed to vent, aka tell all the gossip surrounding the gang life.
When they first told her that they were delinquents, they expected her to be scared just like any other person. But surprisingly, she just hit them with a “seems about right” and didn’t try to pry any further. That was the day that she officially became their gossip buddy.
So now, seeing her just standing there, they felt relief wash over them. Then confusion. What was she doing here? Did she know where they were? Was this her room? If so, then why and how were they here?
As soon Ran opened his mouth, he shut it just as fast when a sudden laughter filled his ears. They only now noticed that y/n was on her phone, talking to someone.
“No way he actually pulled that off without getting caught……. Yea yea whatever…………. Alright you go do now what you need to do. I’ll talk to you at school on monday…. Byee.”
With that she ended her phone call. The brothers were just standing there, observing. She didn’t seem to take a note of them as she glanced around her room, completely ignoring their existence. Now that they looked closely, she seemed to have become a few years younger.
As she walked towards her bed, she was about to crash into Rindo, when she suddenly walked through him?????
Alright, what the hell is going on here? Is Rin dead? Are they both dead?!
No, that doesn’t seem to be the case. Then just what is happening? And its not like they’re in a dream. They both cant be having the same dream at the same time.
Suddenly, a screen pops up in front of them. Its like one the screen that pops up when you’re playing a game and you have to choose an option to move ahead with the story.
“ YOU’VE SUCCESSFULLY ENTERED THE LIFE OF Y/N L/N WOULD YOU LIKE TO PROCEED WITH THE PROTOCALL AND WATCH Y/N’S LIFE?:
NO YES”