The walk home was short—too short. Our houses were side by side, separated only by a hedge and a breath of air. Yet when I pushed open the Oosuki door, I was greeted not by warmth, but by raised voices.
"I've had enough of this, Mom!" Masato's furious shout echoed through the living room.
"Ma-kun, please, don't—" Mamako's trembling voice tried to calm him.
"No! You keep coddling him like he's some helpless kid, but he's not even your real son!" Masato's words cracked like a whip.
"Jay's grown up already, strong, perfect—he doesn't need you. Why are you still taking care of him like he's some treasure?"
I froze in the entryway, one hand on the frame.
My jaw tightened, but I didn't move yet.
Masato's voice only rose higher.
"This house belongs to Dad—it's our inheritance! And mine! And I'm not gonna let some outsider stay here and act like he belongs. From now on, it's just us, Mom. Just me and you. Jay can go find his own place!"
Mamako's hands clutched her apron, her eyes wet.
"Ma-kun, don't say such cruel things. Jay is family—"
"Family?!" Masato barked.
"He doesn't even have blood relations with us! He'll never be my brother!"
The words hung heavy, slicing through the air.
Well I think that's enough.
I stepped forward into the living room, my footsteps steady.
Mamako's eyes widened when she saw me, tears spilling down her cheeks. Masato spun toward me, defiance flashing in his glare.
"…So that's how you feel?" I said quietly.
Masato sneered.
"Damn right it is. You don't belong here, Jay. Not in this house. Not with us."
For a moment, silence stretched between us.
Then I exhaled softly.
"Fine. Starting today, I won't live here anymore."
Mamako gasped.
"Jay, no—you don't have to—"
I raised a hand gently, my eyes meeting hers.
"It's okay, Mama. If Masato can't stand me being here, I won't force it. But don't think for a second I'd ever abandon you. I still owe you more than I can repay."
Inside, my thoughts sharpened like glass.
I won't leave her at the mercy of your temper, Masato. Even if I step out of this house, I'll always be here for her.
I turned without another word, heading upstairs.
My bag filled quickly with spare clothes and a few necessities. By the time I came back down, Masato stood stiff, arms crossed, but I didn't spare him another glance.
To Mamako, I gave only a small smile—soft, reassuring.
"Don't worry. I'm just next door."
Then I left, the door closing firmly behind me.
The Yuuki household greeted me with the smell of dinner. I rang the bell, and it was Rito who opened, his hair damp, freshly showered.
"J-Jay?" His eyes widened.
"You came already? And with… a bag?"
"Yo," I said simply.
"Mind if I come in?"
"Of course! Yeah, come on in,"
he stammered, stepping aside.
Inside, Mikan looked up from the kitchen, her apron neat, her hands busy slicing vegetables. "Oh, Jay-Nii. Welcome back."
"Sorry to intrude Mikan-Chan,"
I said, setting my bag down near the wall.
Rito scratched his cheek awkwardly.
"So, um… What happened? You don't usually bring luggage when you come here."
I exhaled slowly.
"Masato snapped."
Both of them froze.
"He doesn't want me living there anymore," I explained flatly.
"He said I don't belong there. That the house is his father's inheritance, and I'm just an outsider which is not wrong haha."
Rito's face twisted in disbelief.
"W-what?! That's… insane! He can't just—"
Mikan's knife clattered softly onto the cutting board.
Her brows furrowed, lips pressed thin, eyes flashing with something between anger and sadness.
"That's awful. You've been with us since we were little. How could he say that…?"
I gave a small shrug, forcing a faint smile.
"It's fine. Better me stepping out than letting things get ugly between them. I'd rather take the blow. I'm just an adopted kid, after all."
But Mikan's gaze didn't waver.
Mikan PoV
He says that so easily. Like being 'adopted' makes him less.
But to me… Jay-Nii has always been reliable, strong, kind. More than most people I know.
I shouldn't feel this happy, but… the truth is, I am. If he really stays here for a while, then I get to see him every day. Closer than before.
Mamako-san might not notice. Rito definitely won't.
But I have always liked him since the first time we met. (Rito get Green hat from the start can't blame Jay he has gojo appearance which is handsome)
Mikan shook her head quickly, hiding the heat rising in her cheeks as she picked up the knife again.
back to Jay PoV
"You can stay here as long as you need, Jay-Nii." Mikan said
I nodded gratefully.
"Thanks. I was hoping… maybe a month? Just until I find another place. I don't want to impose, but"
"N-no, it's fine!"
Rito cut in quickly.
"Really, it's fine. Right, Mikan?"
"…Of course, dad and mom rarely go home so I think you can stay longer…"
she said, her voice softer than before.
The weight on my shoulders eased.
"Well thanks Mikan, Rito. Then, uh… mind if I use the shower? It's been a long day, and the 'farewell' back home wasn't exactly refreshing."
"Go ahead,"
Rito said, waving toward the hall.
"Bathroom's free. Just, don't take too long."
I grabbed my bag and gave him a grin.
"Don't worry. I'll be quick."
As I walked down the hall, the tension of the day began to fade.
A hot shower—that was all I wanted. To wash away Masato's venom, to clear my head.
But fate had other plans.
Because in that bathroom… everything would truly begin.
The bathroom was warm with steam, the mirror fogging as I set my clothes aside and stepped into the shower.
The water rushed down, washing away the weight of the day, the venom of Masato's words, the tension of packing my life into a bag.
For the first time since morning, I let out a real breath, shoulders easing under the spray.
So this is it. A new start. Away from Masato, closer to Rito and Mikan… and with the plot already moving beneath my feet.
Then—
Flash!
A sudden burst of pink light tore through the steam. The air twisted, shimmered, and in the next moment a silhouette formed.
And then she appeared.
Long, silky pink hair tumbled down her back.
Emerald-green eyes glistened with excitement. Her body, bare and flawless, stood in the haze of steam without a single trace of modesty.
Lala Satalin Deviluke.
She blinked around curiously, then broke into a bright, cheerful smile the instant her eyes landed on me.
"Ah! It worked! I escaped!"
she laughed, bouncing slightly in place before tilting her head.
"Hello! Do you live here?"
I blinked once, then leaned back lazily against the tiled wall, water dripping from my hair, lips curling into a smirk.
"Not exactly," I drawled.
"I'm just borrowing the bathroom. Didn't expect to share it with a teleporting, pink-haired girl, though."
Her eyes sparkled, completely unbothered by her nudity, and she clapped her hands together.
"Perfect! That means I landed somewhere safe!"
I chuckled softly, shaking my head. Outwardly, I looked amused, relaxed. Inwardly, my mind sharpened.
So this is her. The princess of Deviluke. Cheerful, reckless… and way too comfortable
appearing naked in a stranger's shower. Cute—but dangerous. This is the storm's beginning.
My smirk lingered as the steam curled between us.
And just like that, the plot has started.
TBC YAY IT'S FINALLY STARTED ( FUCK THIS)