Waifu X Reader

Satou's Aunt x Fem!Younger!Sadistic! Reader (Happy Sugar Life!) - (M)

Warning: Smut, Language, Violence

Author-san: Since I don't think I've ever heard her name once, I'll just try to avoid situations where her name is needed to be spoken or use random nicknames. Anyways, welcome and I hope y'all enjoy this rubbish of a fanfiction that I've made.

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It's been a year since the incident, the day your parents had died. Sitting on the rough surface of the taxi's seat, you mumble out a few almost inaudible words into the air, you yourself not realizing or understanding what they were.

The ride was smooth as the city's streets had little to no stops and bumps on its road. Quietly listening to the sound of the taxi's engine as the driver drove you to your parent's hometown, you glanced around to scan the area.

Less than a few minutes later, you arrived. The neighborhood your parents used to live in was peaceful, or so you observed. No noisy neighbors or loud sounds of vehicles, just the sound of silence.

Paying the ride and thanking the man, you stood in front of your deceased parent's house. You fumbled through your bag, looking for the keys to the place, while walking up the stairs to your apartment.

"Good morning," a new sweet voice suddenly greeted you.

Facing up to the person who's greeted you, you stand to see a woman with long unkempt lavender locks tied to a braid sitting on her right and deep light blue eyes. You also noticed bandages on her hand and some bandaids here and there. Even more concern overtook your mind as you see bits of blood stains the ends of her dress as her thin body was wrapped in bandages. Immediately, her looks brought a blush to your face as your heart skipped a beat.

"Are you alright," you asked the woman, a concerned look you gave her. Ignoring your excited beating heart, you tried to sound as genuine and less of the weird-ass person you are.

Hearing your voice, the woman inhales a sharp breath and blushes. A small tint glistened in her eyes going unnoticed by the other. A small smirk appeared on her face.

"Sorry to have startled you. I was wondering if you were going to live here. I live next door," she told you as she pointed to the door next to your place.

Realization hitting you, you understood that she was probably just there to greet you. A very normal thing, one you've never experienced before.

"Uh, yeah. My parents used to live here but they moved out once they had me. Turns out, it's still contracted to them so I might as well use it," you briefly told the woman your situation, not wanting to tell her everything.

Understanding what had happened to you, she gives you a reassuring smile and an awkward unexpected pat on the head.

'That was so random,' you blushed to yourself.

"Then you're F/N's daughter?" She asked you, mentioning the name of your father.

Eyes widened, you were surprised that such a young woman knew the name of your father. But thinking about it, your mother did get pregnant with you a bit too early. Means there's a lot of people here who remember her as 'the teen that got pregnant young.' But then even you were sure that your mother getting pregnant in high school wasn't the best so you completely understood why people reacted to her like that.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you asked the woman how she knew your father.

"He was my senior back in middle school. I was two years younger and we were also neighbors!" She happily responded.

"So you knew him when he was around...14?"

"Yep! I also remember he had dated a high schooler back then... she was 16 that time."