CHOSO'S POV

I raise my eyebrow when (Y/N) turns around with a horrified face expression:,,What-?" Suddenly, she closes the distance between us and covers my mouth with her hand, shaking her head. Heat creeps up my cheeks and I freeze.

,,Yeah, I'm fine. Please don't come in, Satoru. I'm coming outside.. My room is... Eh... A mess", (Y/N) says and looks to the door. A few seconds later, the doorknob turns and (Y/N) lets out a shriek, letting her phone fall down. Then she pushes me towards the bed.

Everything happens to fast for me to even process, being now under the blanket behind (Y/N). Even more heat creeps up my cheeks. ,,Heya, sister... Oh... Your room really is a mess", I hear Satoru's voice and try my best not to move. Don't you dare. I don't know why (Y/N) is hiding me since he can actually feel my cursed energy..

Wait... I freeze and a cold shiver runs down my spine. ,,Shut up!",(Y/N) answers and moves a bit, her back pressing against my chest. I grit my teeth, trying my best not to react in any way. Calm down. I have to be quiet for her. Maybe Satoru is dumb enough and won't...

,,What is with this cursed energy in your room?", Satoru asks and I can hear footsteps moving closer in our direction. I swallow and slowly press my head against (Y/N)'s back, hoping he won't find me. ,,I...I...", (Y/N) stutters and groans, standing up, ,,Why can't we just talk about it outside?! You know I hate it when you enter my room like this!"

The click of the door cocoons me in hushed silence and I sigh in relief, being glad that (Y/N) went outside with Satoru. I put the blanket away and look at the door, wondering what he was doing here in the first place.

I stand up and walk over to (Y/N)'s closet and open it. Then I pull out a t-shirt from her and put it on but it's too short, still revealing my abs and I raise my eyebrows. Well... She is short so no wonder...

I pull it off and take out a bigger shirt and trousers that are definitely not from (Y/N) because they are way too long and big for her. Maybe they are from Satoru? I shrug my shoulders and walk over to the bed, changing my clothes.

When I'm finished, I look down at the t-shirt on which a cute cat is printed. How cute. I smile and look around the room. Since she isn't here I can take a closer look... I walk to her desk and pick up the picture on which (Y/N), Satoru and two elderly people are seen and I feel an ache in my heart. I miss my brothers.

I put the picture down and take a black block, opening it and seeing drawings but they are probably from a child. I look at a signature and see (Y/N)'s name on the bottom. Maybe a sketch book from her childhood? How cute...

I flip the page and see another childish drawing, a kid playing with a dog. I chuckle and look through the next pages, the drawings suddenly becoming less colourful and sadder, even scary. The last drawing is a kid getting stabbed by a... Man? I narrow my eyes and let my fingers slide over the drawing and unintentionally smearing the black colour on the paper.

Oh no... My eyes widen and I put the book away, feeling a little embarrassed. Maybe I shouldn't have seen those drawings. Hopefully she won't look at the last drawing again... I swallow and try to distract myself by looking through other items but my eyes always wander to the block.

Maybe I can hide it? Or throw it away? I sigh. No. I flinch when the door opens again, letting the figure of a cartoon character fall that I picked up a few second ago. Fuck... I try to catch it but I bump my head against the table, groaning in pain. ,,Choso??", (Y/N) asks horrified.

I look around and when I see the figure's head being separated from the body, fear ricochets through me. No no no no... She will be mad... At first the drawing and now this figure... Dammit! I can't do anything right..

Heat creeps up my cheeks when I see (Y/N) kneeling down and reaching out for the figure, her eyes wide open. Fuck fuck fuck fuck... I bite my lower lip and wait for her reaction.

She furrows her brows and looks up but when her eyes land on my -her- t-shirt, her cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson, betraying her embarrassment. ,,What... Why...", she stutters and swallows.

I raise my eyebrow:,,What? Does it look so bad on me?" I look down, wondering why she would feel embarrassed. Do I look stupid? Or is it just weird that I wear her shirt?