Remember When? // T. Muichiro x m!Reader

Chapter 8 - "Tough Situaton."

A/N: Why hello theremy little fellow simplimgs how are we doing I took a few days to myself and restocked on witchcraft supplies and crystals and stuff that's very swag of me, highkey forgot I hadn't updated I thought I had- oops. Anyway ! I hope everyone is well <3 enjoy.

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T/W: chapter will contain mentions of abuse and alcohol addiction. You are to be discouraged from reading this if you are sensitive to any of this.

Three days had passed since the sudden confrontation the two friends had. Everything between them was still quite awkward, but the air wasn't that heavy anymore when they were near eachother- it had began getting more enjoyable hanging out together or with friends again. Of course, at home, Y/N was still struggling. His mother was having a rough time finding a job in the area, let alone at all. That meant she spent more time at home, and more time driving insane the poor teenager boy who does nothing but exist. Quite pitiful. And when his father would return home he would get wasted and kick Y/N out of the house or beat the hell out of him as if he was some sort of animal in a '40s circus. His father was a horrible man, not only when drunk, but when sober too, but there weren't many times he actually was sober. Y/N picked up his own addiction to alcohol from him, but quit recently as he was scared of recreating his father. Despite that example he was actually a sleepy drunk rather than a violent one, some would say it's cute if he weren't an abused minor drinking his pain away after his parents would go to sleep.

This week he recieved a really bad bruise on his cheekbone. No matter how much makeup his mom would put on his face it would not go away completely, it was dark as hell. His father hit his face with a bottle- thankfully it didn't break on him, but it still left him a reminder of that event. Y/N really wanted to call it quits with his life right then and there; maybe die- or run away with his friends. It was possible since he had gotten quite close with Tanjiro and Inosuke, and of course Muichiro was there at any given time. He could swear that man didn't sleep at all. Y/N would text the boy at 5 in the morning and he would respond within mere seconds. It was scary.

He was walking down the hallway. A lot of people were staring at his face, for the bruise was very noticable. Even Mr. Tomioka- the school's scariest teacher, who just so happened to be the P.E. teacher- reached out to the boy and told him to come look for him if he ever had some sort of issue, inside or outside of school. Y/N found that really sweet, but he knew he would never seek help. He was terrified of what could happen to him if his parents were to get convicted. Maybe his dad would kill him before going in jail, let alone he couldn't burden another person's home, nor did he have any relatives he could turn to. His situation was complicated.

Y/N hung his head low so nobody else would stare at him, but rumours spread around pretty quickly in the school, so there was no point in hiding it. "Hey ! Y/N, what's up!-" Zenitsu was the first of the people he was familiar with, he was waving his hand cheerfully while smiling, as he wasn't aware of what was going on with his friend, but when Y/N looked up at him he cut himself off and widened his eyes. "WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE ?!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT ? WAHHH, YOU CAN'T GO AROUND GETTING INTO FIGHTS YOU IDIOT ! BE CAREFUL, ALRIGHT ???" He screamed in a high-pitched and unholy manner. The h/c boy was sure the whole school had heard that by now, but he smiled a bit at his friend's concern, sweating a bit awkwardly. "Ah, yeah. Don't worry about it Zenitsu. I didn't fight anyone, I just kind of tripped. And fell- on my face ! Yeah. With that side of my face I landed, so now there's a bruise.." Y/N said, trying to make up an excuse, but he was actually a pretty bad liar. Not like there was a way to make it look like that was from him tripping and falling, but his lying skills were beyond awful. Zenitsu didn't look like he bought it. "Right.. I'll interrogate you later about this, we need to head to class." He said in a serious manner. 'This guy can be fucking terrifying, jesus christ-' Y/N thought to himself and followed his friend into the classroom. He got a lot of weird stares, both from his other friends and his classmates who he hadn't spoken to much before.