PRESENCE : Tsukishima X Reader

23

"Why were you drinking anyway? This isn't you", Y/N hands a big glass of cold water to her mother who was having a tremendous hangover.

Gulping the water, she let out a sigh of satisfaction, "Change of life", she said. She slammed the glass purposely on the platform, reminding herself to never do it again.

"Hmm", the daughter goes to the kitchen, grabbing a ladle.

"Then don't make me do all work, you burden!", She points the ladle to her mother who was having a hard time controlling the pain she's feeling on her forehead. Then, preparing her mother's meal, she mumbled words which only her and the air could understand.

"Hey, I'm still your mother. Don't ruin my day", she pressed her temples using her fingers, holding the glass as she leaned on the table.

"And me? A burden? Don't forget who's changing your diapers", she sighed, grabbing the phone near her figure. She turns it on, seeing an unfamiliar sight. Her brow raised, her mind filling with confusion.

"Y/N! You're not leaving me, are you?"

"Oh. What's this?", She continues to play the video that was left on her screen, noticing her face with a very worried girl, Y/N. She then flips the phone, making the video larger for her to see it clearly.

"Oh, Y/N did you know? Your brother used to play volleyball"

"Yeah, right. Like I have a brother"

"No", she giggled softly. She then covered her mouth, having a load of liquid preparing to come out.

"Your soon to be b-brother"

"What?!"

"............"

"Mom! Please, don't gather your vomit on a spray bottle. If you dare spray that to me-"

"God, I am a burden", The way she acted was really embarrassing for her, especially that it was her daughter witnessing her failure self. Attempting to throw the phone, she placed the screen on the table as she dies on the dining room, feeling like a total psycho. She let the pain wave through her skull, the big solid table hitting his forehead.

"Hmmm", she sways the ladle on the food, mixing the porridge on the pot. She stared at the soup, traumatized by the memory she had last night. She sighed and closed her eyes, continuing her work of gratitude.

"Aren't you gonna ask me-"

"I'm going", she takes out a bowl, pouring the hot porridge with the ladle. She felt the steam flowing right through her face, getting her view all fogged up. She stared at the meal with no emotion, bringing it as she felt the heat flowing through her fingers. She slowly placed it near her mother's unconscious body, preparing the utensils needed with a side of a medicine.

She slammed the Advil on the desk, making a small drop of soup fall on the table, "Drink it".

"Take care-"

She cut her off once again, walking out of the kitchen to prepare for school. She goes up to her room, closing the door with pure irritation. She slides herself on the cold bumpy wall, sighing heavily with how she behaved. She thought it wasn't her fault though, she needed a lot of explanation. But she herself, was not ready to listen to her mother's life.

"How am I supposed to calm down?", She muttered the words, groaning as she ruffled her hair aggressively. She buries her head on between her thighs, smelling the mix of her soap and her shampoo.

"She's getting married. Again", she breathe, feeling the hot air fighting back on her face. Small sweat formed on her forehead, slowly uncovering her head away from her thighs as she remembered this scene like a Deja Vu.