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AU: Gang / Organized Crime
Requested (Hopefully you'll like it, dear requester)
Tags/Warning: GN! Reader, a little cliche...I'm running out of ideas for gang aus sjdfk, not much plot...just random times with some of the inarizaki boys, I hope you get a kick from it though (it's a bit different than how I usually write...at least in my opinion)
Word Count: 5.2k +
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The most unexpected thing to happen to you was something that you should have expected, which was kind of sad, to be honest.
You tended to stay away from your family's business: running one of the most powerful gangs in Miyagi prefecture, Shiratorizawa. You made that decision very early on in your life, knowing where the money for your food, house, and clothes came from made you want to vomit.
Your father hadn't liked your decision but didn't actively protest it either. However, whenever he tried to talk you into it, you would walk away and then hear him mumble, "They'll change their mind eventually."
You always resisted the urge to say, "I doubt it." But even you wouldn't provoke him like that. Not directly at least.
Since the pressure to take over the business had started at a young age, younger you thought the only way to combat your predestined fate was to be inherently bad at all of the skills that your father had deemed "worthy".
He would give you a gun and you would accidentally shoot him in the foot. If he gave you reports and paperwork, you would spill your coffee or tea on them or accidentally place them in the shredder. If he gave you a group of people to manage a job—which you knew would be illegal—you would give them the day off or not show up at all.
Your father would lecture you and yell at you, but you learned to find joy from the look on his face when it turned blue and red from all the yelling. He tried to con you into it further, only bringing you into meetings and making you sit in his office for hours on end to convince you otherwise. It didn't work. Hearing your father's plans and account numbers was the most boring and dull thing on the planet.
You were great at being terrible and your father thought that you were terrible. After a while, he stopped trying.
You would spend most of your spare time doing schoolwork or helping your mom with whatever she needed to do that day.
As you helped your mom prepare dinner for that night, one of your father's lackeys pulled you aside. You frowned. You didn't recognize him, which was strange because you knew almost everyone who was a part of Shiratorizawa.
"Your father requested to see you," he said. His face was pinched into an annoyed look. You doubted that he joined Shirtorizawa to be a messenger between parent and child.
