Fate Is Upon Us Hanma Shuji X Reader

Chapter 1: Deepening of roots

*This chapter does contain mature content including:
•murder
• paedophilia (only slight mentioning)
•abuse

If these topics trigger you pls do message me for a quick overview of what happens in this chapter.

Word count: 1615
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After that first meeting, Hanma and I would meet up in the garden of my house and play together with my mother never said anything against us playing together. I guess it's because I never really left the house. My father, however, had no idea about my new friend.

"[N/N] *nickname*, I won again.♡"

"No fair, you cheated, didn't you. I want a rematch Shuji."

It was another day ever since that fateful meeting of ours. Hanma and I were once again playing in the garden of my house.

"Just admit it [N/N] you're a sore loser and that I'm better than you.♡"

I would never admit it to his face, but he is better than me at running.

"NEVER! I WANT A REMATCH, AND I WILL WIN THIS TIME, SHUJI. JUST YOU WATCH."

He grinned at me.

"[Name], can you come inside, please," My mother interrupted our race again.

"But mama, I was gonna win this time."

She gave me her usual deadpanned look, which was only used when she believed I was lying.

I felt Shuji tap my shoulders, so I turned to him.

"I'll go now and come back later." He said with sorrowful eyes.

My mother looked at the scene feeling guilty as she had never really let me enjoy my childhood until Shuji came into my life.

"[Name], your papa is coming home today, so we need to get you ready."My head snapped in her direction, disbelief on my face. My father was coming home today. No, I didn't want to believe it because I knew if he found out I had made a friend, something would happen.

"Okay, mama, I'm sorry, Shuji, we'll have to have our rematch tomorrow."

Then I hugged my sole friend and made my way to the door of my house.

"Bye-bye [N/N]. I'll see ya tomorrow♡."

The door of my house shut behind me.

"Okay, [Name] sweetheart, you need to go have a bath then, put on that lovely dress papa brought you," Mama said hurriedly. It made me feel like something was wrong, but this was the norm whenever my father returned home from his business trips.

I never did understand my mother's fear of my father not until that night.Upon hearing my mother tell me, I could wear my favourite dress, I ran upstairs in excitement and hurried into the bath. My mother walked in shortly after I did and helped me wash. Afterwards, my mother dried me off and went into my room to get the dress.

"Wow, [Name] you look so beautiful in your dress. I think your papa will be happy." My mother looked at me with eyes filled with pride. Naturally, as a simple 5-year old I was filled with glee at the compliment she gave me.

My mother then did my hair, making sure I looked adorable.

A few hours later, we heard the door of the house open. My father was home, based off of his footsteps, my mother could tell that today wasn't going to be a good night.