💖Another Komahinami Story💖

Chapter One

*So uh, hello everyone! I wasn't sure whether I wanted this to be a Komahina or a Komahinami fic after working on the second chapter so like... if you were here when the title was Komahina, sorry heh. Anyways, hope you enjoy!*

TW: TOXIC PARENT

KOMAEDA POV

"You're going to feel a little poke, alright?" The nurse said to me. She spoke as if I were a child. I nodded and sighed, just staring at the floor as she stuck me. Another worthless blood test. It seems like they do this every day. It's only once a week though, luckily. "There we go," she said as she pulled the syringe from my arm and replaced it with a small circular band-aid like usual.

She handed me a clipboard with a few sheets of paperwork. "Would you mind filling that out while you wait for the doctor?"

"Not at all," I said, looking it over. She smiled at me and nodded, handing me a pen before stepping out of the room.

I sighed and looked over the stupid paper, filling out the questions I'd answered at least twenty times on identical sheets. I had it finished within five minutes, so I just waited for the doctor.

It had been at least fifteen minutes since the nurse left when the doctor finally came in. I had spent the time quietly humming to myself when I had heard the knock on the door. "Mm?" I looked over at the woman standing in the doorway. She smiled kindly and sat in a chair across from me. I passed her the paperwork and leaned back in my seat. "No changes?" I asked, already knowing the answer. She smiled sympathetically and shook her head.

"No changes." She confirmed. "I'm sorry," I smiled at her.

"No worries," I said. "It's not like these weekly tests will change the inevitable," she sighed, her smile fading. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound ungrateful," I laughed nervously.

"No, it's alright. I just want you to know that we're doing the best we can. We have you scheduled for your first chemotherapy session on the fourteenth," she said. "If that still works with your schedule." I nodded. "Great."

A small buzzing in my pocket broke my eye contact. I pulled my phone out to see who was calling. "Shit, I need to take this," I muttered, glancing up at her. She nodded and stood up, leaving the room as I answered my foster mother.

"Hello?"

"Nagito, I'm waiting outside. I have a meeting in ten minutes, get your ass out here before you have to walk home," she said. I sighed and glanced at the door.

"Um, I-I'll try to be out in a few minutes," I said. "I'll text you if I have to walk, sorry," I said.

"So your own selfish wants are more important than my needs?" She asked in an angry tone.

"No, th-that's not what I--"

"If you care remember, I'm the one who is so graciously paying for these appointments every goddamn day. I need to be at this meeting if I want to keep my job and keep paying for this. All so you can keep playing the victim and faking whatever disease you think you have and wasting my money," I sighed and looked at the ground. I anxiously tapped my fingers on the armrest of the chair.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I'll... be out in a second, I promise," she sighed.

"Alright. I'll see you in a moment then. I love you," I smiled a bit.

"I love you too, bye," I said, pulling the phone from my ear and hanging up. I grabbed my bag and opened the door, almost running into the doctor.

"Ah, Komaeda," she smiled.