[𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧!𝐡.𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]
"𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒."
In a story where Haitani Ran fucks the girl and leaves her alone with his child, meeting him after ten years later what more can he fuck up? When L/n Y/n m...
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Tokyo, Japan current time was 16:30. A boy walking out of a private academy was last seen carrying a gold trophy with the writing engraved, 'Gushiken Private Academy' with the school's logo. The boy's name was L/n Suijin, L/n Y/n's ten year old son.
"Suijin-sama please get inside the car, we'll be heading to your favourite restaurant for your dinner with Y/n-sama." His eyes sparkled, Y/n had missed Suijin's competition and he didn't gloat about it so he was at least happy that he was going to have dinner with his mom.
"Let's go then!" Takahiro was going to open the door of the car for Suijin to enter but the boy just ran towards the car and opened it by himself. The car's window slid down and Suijin popped out his head. "Takahiro-san let's go, I wouldn't want to keep mama waiting!"
"Sometimes, I forget that he's just a child who acts too mature." Mumbling to himself with a smile.
Suijin was a child who wanted the attention of his mother and he did everything his ten year old self could do. Suijin studied and studied until he outsmarted everyone in his year group and sometimes his teacher. Suijin joined piano club, taekwondo club and is now starting kendo art. He was a league of his own, like mother like son.
When Takahiro was about to enter the black coloured car, he felt something so heavy that came across his head. His eyes rolled back that only his sclera was seen. "Takahiro-san!" Was the last thing he heard.
He was only ten years old forced to see the red blood that splattered right before his eyes that came in contact even with his skin, he had to watch how the crimson blood seeped through the clothes of the man who made him laugh every time he felt sad. "Takahiro-san!" Suijin's piercing scream was the last thing to be ever heard from him.
Before Suijin was knocked out, his body went weak but his hands were still gripping on the golden trophy he had won for his mother. 'I can't die, I still haven't seen dad yet. My mom's still waiting for me.' He saw the outline of his mother waiting for him in the dining table, her arms out open for a warm hug.
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Sipping the green tea that she ordered whilst waiting for Suijin to arrive, her fingers reached out for her necklace and she traced the details of the silver ring that hang onto the silver chain. "What's taking them so long?" Y/n slowly placed the tea cup down to the table and tapped her nails onto the clothed furniture.
