Baji's younger sister
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You were Budgie's little sister who stayed late at art school. After my brother's death, I felt kind of empty inside, but you were able to attract Chifuyu's attention. More precisely, he took care of you, since you were the sister of his late friend. The guy's excessive attentiveness to you sometimes infuriated and bothered you, you had a two-year difference, because your classmates were squeaking and asking questions when this blond guy sometimes came to you. Sometimes he still didn't wait for you after class, you knew he was either in important lessons or in another fight. And even though you denied your attachment to Matsuno, your heart was there and demanded it. That day, after school, you stayed to wait for him. When he came out of the office and laughed that you were waiting for him now, you ran away, puffing out your cheeks and denying your sympathy.
— You shouldn't do that. I would give anything to have such a handsome high school student running after me.
— Is she an idiot? He is an ordinary street bully who will earn something one day with his fights - the lesson with Keiske remained a lifelong trauma.
— A mafia title and a lot of money? — A friend is joking.
—A knife in the liver," — you snap and slap her forehead with a brush.
The art lessons are over, the easels are stacked in the closet, the brushes and paints are in a small bag. You go out and see him in front of you. There is an open transparent umbrella in one hand, because it is pouring like a bucket right now. You frown, defiantly turn away, lifting the bag over your head to get less wet, and leave. He smiles and slowly follows you. Soon your pride played a cruel trick on you, and you fell, breaking your knees. That's when Chifuyu quickly ran over, helping him to stand up. He holds you carefully, and then stands in front of you.
— Get on top of me.
— Chif... I fell down and got dirty.
— So what? You literally broke your legs in blood. Get in, — she climbs uncertainly onto his back, holding onto his shoulders, and his hands slide over your hips to take you tighter. You start holding the umbrella, and you walk together, you heard the sound of falling water droplets. Your heart is starting to beat faster, it's useless to deny your love. You stood together on a wooden bridge to cross a small river, but you asked to stop. It was incredibly beautiful. The June rain was refreshing, everything seemed beautiful around, painted in delicate shades of green, which reminded Matsuno's eyes, making you blush. — Don't blush like a rose.
— I want to and blush.
— Oh, gods, it's hard to love a minor ulcer.
— Wh-what?!
— Never mind, let's go already, otherwise your mother will start to worry
















