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I'm not sure if Miyuki is a little out of character, but you can determine that yourself.
If my MC acts like a Mary Sue in any way or if there are any mistakes (grammar, story plot holes, etc.), TELL ME IMMEDIATELY! Thank you!
"" - speech
italics - memory
[ ] - thoughts
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Memory and Dream (1)
It has only been a week since Nami entered the Miyuki Household. Because the father, Miyuki Toku, always worked, she never had a chance to interact with him. Not only that, the son, Miyuki Kazuya, seemed to act like she did not exist. While she did not mind the lack of interaction, she felt lonely as any child would. After all, her parents had died and she was all alone.
However, that changed in one day.
"I'm home." He called out in a small voice.
As if on reflex, Nami walked over to the entrance to greet him, but her feet came to a stop. Shock and despair permeated her every being.
Kazuya's face was bleeding and bruises had bloomed on his skin. She breathed heavily, remembering her mother's lifeless eyes and her father's devastating wounds.
Tears sprouted from the corner of her eyes. Unable to control herself, she embraced the boy in front of her as she sobbed.
[Don't die!]
Irrational fear bubbled up inside of her.
He froze. Unused to outward expressions of emotions, he slowly processed what was happening before becoming embarrassed. His ears quickly turned red. "You know... I'm not dying..." He did not know how to comfort the crying girl, so he continued to stand there until her sobs slowly turned into sniffles.
"I apologize for making you uncomfortable." Her eyes drooped down. It was still red and puffy. "I'll treat your wounds. Sit here." She pat the chair and walked off to grab the first-aid kit.
She rubbed her eyes and concentrated hard as she carefully treated his injuries. After she finished, they sat there in silence.
It was an odd change for Kazuya. After all, the girl before him never smiled or cried during the short time they lived together. She was in essence like a doll - sitting motionlessly and not interacting with the world as a whole. However, now, her emotions flickered and swirled in the depths of her eyes; while her facial expression never changed drastically, he thought of her as a relatively expressive person. Her actions and her carefully constructed words embodied the enormity of her feelings. It was just a matter if someone paid attention or not.
He then noted with relief that she never asked him why he got hurt. She noted with embarrassment that she cried in front of him like a baby.
When she saw his bandages again, uneasiness and unbearable sorrow captured her heart. She wanted to cry again but she could not afford to lose the tiny - perhaps nonexistent - respect he had for her at this point.
[I don't like it. I don't like him being injured like this. I don't like it at all.]
[Even though he is just my foster family, he is still 'family' to me right now.]
[I don't like my family being hurt. Period...]
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