'Six years.' Tsukishima X Reader

The Break Through

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️
CURSING
GUNS
TRAUMA
GORE
SLEEPY WRITING
BAD FIGHT SCENE LMAO
SELF HARM (I think it counts)
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  It has been weeks since that incident, with the two boys saying you weren't with your real father and that your real father was dead.

  You woke up, your unique hair color sprawled out. Your 'dad' knocked on your door.

  "What, dad?" You asked, half asleep.

  "Hey, this might be weird but there's something I didn't tell you." He said, catching your attention.

  "What do you mean?" You asked, sitting up.

  "You have an important event to go to. Get ready but you don't need to dress formal. They have outfits there." Your father explained with a smile.

  "Why?" You asked, curiously.

  "You used to love acting but now that you lost your memory we have to start small." (That's sum bs)

  You got up and went to shower, you had figured out a normal morning routine and always did that. Once you came out of the shower you changed to a long sleeve shirt and leggings. You came out of your room and put on shoes.

  "Come on, in the car." Your dad smiled as he rushed you.

  You listened and got in the car, bluckling your seatbelt. He bagan driving to a fancy place. You walked in with your father by side. You instantly felt hands on you, almost like one of the movies you watched. People measured your waist and argued over which style would be good for you. A dress was choosen for you and you were shoved in a changing room.

  "Well that was quick." You muttered, watching as a cart of accessories rolled in then the door shut again.

  You put on the dress and it was a deep emerald green dress, matching you perfectly. You put on accessories, you looked good. You finished off with heels to be slightly taller, the dress covered them anyway.

  You came out and there were many gasps and little claps. "Oh you're so pretty dear! You need to go on that stage." They said, dusting your cheeks with light blush and your eyelashes with mascara.

  You walked on the stage with grace. You saw a camera and you assumed it was recording. A red beep from it confirmed your suspicion.

  "Oh, my queen. Your eyes are like stars, when you have our children I wish for their eyes to be like yours." Was heard through the stage, you saw that in was a brown haired male with green eyes. He looked to be 5'11". "May I have this dance with you, my love."

  "Thank you, my loyal prince. I'll dance with you until I can move no farther." You spoke, carrying the act on your shoulders. You didn't know where this came from but you acted.

  You watched at the male stepped his way over to you, his beauty and grace met yours as you stepped to the middle of the stage.

  The two of you danced, it was full of grace. You twirled and your skirt went up to expose your heels. You felt a hand under your jaw and lips met your soft ones (first kiss got snatched). You didn't reciprocate to give it the graceful look instead of romantic look.