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edit (20/01/2022): SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD THIS CHAPTER'S ART
"EVERYONE, PLEASE welcome your new classmate, Takeda-kun!" The woman gleefully shouted to the class of 1st graders. The children all peered curiously at the (h/c) boy up front, all except a certain white and green haired future scientist who was busy reading a book he'd brought. The new boy stared ahead listlessly, seemingly uninterested in the people staring right at him.
The teacher who had introduced him smiled nervously at his silence, interpreting it as something bad and hurriedly tried to make him speak. "Takeda-kun, why don't you introduce yourself to the class?" He remained silent for a few more moments before murmuring quietly, only for the woman to hear, "My name is not Takeda, it's (L/N)..." He moved his blank gaze to meet hers.
The addressed woman shivered at his cold eyes, "I-is that so? But the man who had brought you here was your father no? And your father's name is Takeda?" (Y/N)'s stared through her soul, "He isn't papa." The teacher was stunned and (Y/N) took that as his cue to leave the podium and go to the only empty seat; the one beside the boy who was busy reading.
The seat next to him clattering made Senku look up temporarily from his book at his new seatmate before quickly losing interest and going back to reading. (Y/N) settled his bag on the floor next to his desk and sat back to watch the teacher in front of the blackboard scrambling to regain her composure.
The (e/c) eyed boy diligently took notes of the teacher's lessons, ignoring the whispers about him that can be heard all around the classroom. "Today we will be talking about your future jobs!" His hand paused on a letter. He looked up slowly at the woman who was cheerfully talking to her class.
"Yesterday, you wrote what you wanted to be when you grow older and I told you all to think about why you want to be like this in the future." The teacher smiled gently, "This time, we will be hearing from everyone what they want to be and why." (Y/N) remained silent once again and let everyone's voices fade into the background. He stared intensely at the ground, thought to himself.
"I wanna go to the moon."
(Y/N) flinched, dropping his pencil quietly.
- "PAPA!" A 6-year-old (Y/N) screamed as he ran quickly to a man who had just walked through the doorway. He slammed into the man's legs, giggling loudly as he looked up at the older male. His father grinned back at him, dropping the luggage he had to pick up the tiny boy. "Hello my pretty boy!" The middle-aged man cooed as he planted lovingkisses all over his child's face.
(Y/N) giggled uncontrollably and playfully pushed his father's grinning face away, "Noo!! I'm not pretty!! I'm a handsome boy!!" He whined, pinching the older male's cheeks. His father then proceeded to throw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, "Nothing wrong with being a pretty boy!" Francis exclaimed, walking into the kitchen.
He sat his son on the kitchen island and turned to grab a pan from the cabinet. "Ehh... what are you gonna make, papa?" The (e/c)-eyed young boy asked, swinging his legs whilst staring up at his father. Said man hummed, cradling his chin in thought before snapping his fingers, "Why not your favorite food since I'm home for the first time in a while." He grinned, looking back at the bright-eyed male.
(Y/N) perked up with joy and raised his arms up in excitement, "Yay!! (F/F)!! Thank you papa!" He cheered whilst grinning brightly. His father pat his head as he continues to throw praises at him. Francis pauses for a moment in his cooking to ask his son a question, "Where's Bella, (Y/N)?" The boy shrugged, "I dunno, last I saw her she was talking really loudly on the phone." He mentioned nonchalantly.
The older man furrows his brows at the girl's irresponsible behavior before sighing and turning back to the stove, mumbling to himself, "Guess I'll hire a new nanny." (Y/N) ignores what his father mumbled, "Anyways, papa! How was your training?" He asked cheerfully, leaning forward in anticipation. The blonde laughs whole-heartedly, turning off the stove and spinning around to place a plate filled with (F/F) on the island. The young boy excitedly picks up one and starts gobbling down his food as his father recounts his tales training as an astronaut under NASA. "The other day, there way this man from Japan..."
- "BYE TONY!" THE bright eyed boy waved bye to his friend while walking off the bus. He hummed happily as he approached the door only to stop at the sight of a foreign man at the porch. (Y/N) stared up at him curiously, before speaking to him, "Um, mister? What are you doing here?"
The Japanese man jumped in momentary shock, spinning around rapidly to look at the short boy. He stared wide-eyed at him shortly before giving out a sigh of relief. "Oh, (Y/N), it's just you." Said boy tilted his head in confusion at this stranger's apparent recognition of him.
The mood suddenly turns solemn as the man's face turns gloomy. (Y/N) was startled by this changed, "Mister...?" He called out. The foreign man hesitates, scratching the back of his head, "Um, I'm not very good with English, so I dunno how I say this but..."
He looks at the boy and crouches down to his eye level, "Your dad is uh, mmm, their mission failed and the rocket he was on was..." The man trails off, looking off to the side. (Y/N) fell silent at what this stranger what implicating. His eyes shook at the revelation, making the older male frown with sympathy.
"I was his sponsors and a friend. He told to me before leaving, that if something happens to him, he'll leave his son to me." The brown-haired male explained, picking up the boy's limp hand, "I accepted because, if something did happened to him, I take responsibility, as one of people who send him out to space."
He smiles sadly at the still silent boy, rubbing the backs of his hand with pity. "I be taking you in now, (Y/N), I'm sorry."
- "...TAKEDA-KUN? TAKEDA-kun?" The boy raises his eyes up silently from his paper. The woman from before stood in front of his desk with concern swirling in her eyes. He stared up at her questioningly, before she chuckled nervously, "Sorry, we were talking about what you all wanted to be and when it came to your turn you were spacing out." The teacher crouched down to meet his eyes, "Are you alright, Takeda-kun?"
The boy shifts his gaze to the leek-haired boy who said he had wanted to go to the moon. He finds him staring back, and unconciously, he says to him,
"I'm going to help you go to the moon."
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NOTE:
UNEDITED
hey ............. hey............ how yall doin ............ uh first of all.......... sorry for disappearing for months :sob: school took up more time than i expected it to and my school doesnt like to hand out breaks even though majority of their student body is fcken sick!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry for the short chapter as well but i wanted to at least give yall sumn after months of nothing
i'll try to write on the 1 week that we're given off after our midterms, thank you all for reading and waiting patiently!
also yall mfs spamming my notifs box with the comments in the prologue 🧐🧐🧐dont think ion see yall, y'aint slick LMAO
