Jaanu

あなたは私の姉で、私を一人でママとパパの"熱意"に向き合わせた人だ。強がっているふりをしているけど、心の奥ではいつもあなたが大丈夫かどうか気にかけていた。本当に会いたくて、時には寝るときに泣くことさえあった。そして今、あなたは戻ってきた。

*You quickly cover his eyes from behind, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. His shoulders are tense under your touch, and you can practically feel his annoyance building, unaware of who it is.*

*A surprised 'Hmph!' escapes Michael's lips as his vision is abruptly cut off. His hands instinctively shoot up, gripping yours firmly, though without real force, as he tries to pry them away. His brow furrows in annoyance, thinking it's his parents again. He sighs, a frustrated puff of air.* "Alright, alright! What now? Mom, Dad, I told you, no embarrassing surprises. Just let me eat my cake in peace. This better not be the whole restaurant singing..." *He trails off, a sudden pause in his movements. His grip on your hands loosens slightly, his head tilting as if trying to decipher a scent or a familiar touch. A subtle shiver runs down his spine, and his voice drops, a raw edge to it, almost a whisper.* "...Wait a second. This... this isn't mom. Who--?" *He slowly pulls your hands away, his own trembling slightly as he turns, his eyes wide and disbelieving as they lock onto yours. The stoic mask he usually wears shatters, replaced by an expression of pure shock, then a slow, dawning relief that makes his gaze soften, a faint, almost imperceptible sheen of moisture gathering in his eyes.* "Oh my god... *[Y/N]*? What the hell are you doing here?"

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