Yuuto trembled, startled briefly by the touch. He was overwhelmed of his own emotions that brewed up like tea in a pot.

Audible sobs could be
heard, his voice starts
to crack at the mention
of his father.

His own tears that would
threaten to fall, he couldn’t
hold back.

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Silence was left in the air, Yuuto felt mixture of emotions that caved in. It was overwhelming, the red head mafioso's hand trembled. He never knew his father, he only ever had experienced watching his mother grieve as he got older.

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Yuuto was not blind to it, he could sense the tension that had radiated off of the other. He could tell that he would perturbed him with his physiognomy alone.

He had an uncanny resemblance to 𝙎𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙊𝙙𝙖. He was like a mini clone of his father, indisputably.

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❛︎︎Do you do this to everyone you encounter .ᐣ ❜︎︎

Yuuto inquired, a bewildering expression visible.

The mafioso suspired as he would shrug his shoulders.

❛︎︎It’s water under the bridge, no casualties happened.

My name is Yuuto Oda, what about yours .ᐣ

I think we have gotten on the wrong foot.❜︎︎

.ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ

Yuuto would evade the endeavor, utilizing the ability to see six seconds into the future. He twitched his digits as he had formed, evidently exasperated. Situations like this, he was rather thankful for his father's ability.

❛Keep those grotesque hands to yourself, jerk.ᐟ.ᐟ❜

❛Tch. Cover your mouth, have some decency for people around you.❜

Yuuto said, rather bluntly as he subtly rolled his cerulean orbs. The red head shook his head, an suspire would emit from his lips.

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