yin & yang, ririka x oc

𝕤𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟 / and he gave up

*Substance abuse and homophobia, you have been warned*

"Otosan?"  Y/n cautiously ventured into the living room. The smell of vodka encapsulated the room, as per usual. Lounging on the dingy green couch lay her father, a large bottle of Tito's in nestled his armpit. A puddle of vomit lay on the floor next to him, and Y/n automatically cringed in disgust.

It had been like this since the past 8 years. Y/n coming home everyday, cooking dinner for herself and her father, doing her homework, and then getting yelled at by an alcoholic. The vicious cycle repeating over and over again. Her mother had passed away before she was born, due to losing too much blood during the delivery. 

On her deathbed, she had promised Y/n's father to always take care of her.

Sometimes she wondered what it would be like if there had been no reason to have blood in the first place.

It was good for a little while, her father making good money with his job. Until the fateful day where he was laid off. For years, he searched for possible jobs. That was, until it seemed pointless.

And the man just gave up.

Some promise that was.

"H-huh? Y/n, where were you?" He jostled awake, sitting up.

"I-I was out at a bakery. Uhm... I wanted to tell you about something!" Y/n tried explain. "I met somebody..."

"D-do I need to k-kick his ass?" He slurred, eyes bloodshot. They bore into Y/n's trembling soul. 'What is he going to say about it?!?'  She screamed internally.

"N-no, it's not like that. I met somebody, and we both like each other. She's a really nice girl, and-"

"Wait." Her father stood up, alcohol bottle tumbling to the carpeted floor and emptying. He turned to Y/n, a twisted expression on his face. "A girl?"

"Yeah, I thought this would be the best time to tell you. I'm lesbian. And I-"

"Are you fucking kidding me, Y/n?!?" 

'Oh no... it's begun.'  Y/n braced herself. 'It's alright, just try to explain.'  She shifted her weight. "Her name is Ririka Momobami, she is the Vice Pr-"

"Momobami?!?"  He shrieked. "Do you know how those people are?!?"  He hissed, drawing close to her face. Y/n could smell, clean as day, the usual vodka on his breath. "They gamble with commoners until they go mad! They're completely insane!!"

By now tears began trickling down Y/n's face. 'He always gets angry when he's drunk. Which is all the time...'  "Dad, I can love who I want to love... w-why does it matter so much to you!!"

"Because I don't want some useless gay for a daughter. Being that is ridiculous and disgusting!" His voice escalated to full volume, like a blaring speaker. "I'm just so sick of your ridiculousness, Y/n! And of all people, a fucking Momobami!!" He picked up the bottle, throwing it against the wall in exasperation. Y/n flinched, tears cascading like a waterfall. "You're fucking retarded. Go to your room," he slurred, "and don't come out until school tomorrow..."

He collapsed onto the couch, clutching his head like it pained him to do that simple movement. But Y/n's pain was worse. 

Sobbing uncontrollably, she ran into her room and slammed the door. Flopping onto her bed in one fluid movement, her tears mixed into the scent of the dirty linen of her pillows. And that reminded her, the bedsheets hadn't been laundered in a month.

So she dried her tears quickly, drying her eyes with an invisible hairdryer; and she stood up and began to strip the sheets of her pillows.