Fate & Fury * Mitsuya x Reader

Chapter 31

Ichika Mitsuya didn't sleep that night. The mother tended to her injured son on the couch, waking him every hour to tend his head in case he was concussed. He seemed fine enough.

She spent a lot of the time in between drinking tea, thinking on the whole situation and staring holes in the stack of cash on the kotatsu.

She waited for Takashi to wake up. It was 11am on her rare two days off, it being a holiday. Mana and Luna had already been fed breakfast and were playing with their stuffed animals you had kindly gotten them. 

Takashi had made them clothes, a few different colored and styles dresses that his sisters loved to pieces. Ichika's heart fluttered at how talented her son was.

She sat back at the kotatsu, sipping on her warm tea, and watched her child sleep, listening to her daughters play in her bedroom.

She didn't know how to feel about you. You were clearly dangerous, being involved with the gang that hurt her baby. However, you being so gentle with Takashi contradicted that. 

"You've never loved anyone more, huh?" She whispered under her breath. You were obviously only about sixteen, so how much experience did you have with love?

But Ichika also thought that many of the kids who are in the gang life have issues in one form or another. Her son, for example, was burdened with a crushing amount of responsibility. Nearly having to be a main caretaker for his baby sisters, while the actual parent, who loved them all so very much, slaved away at work in order to provide for them.

So she could only assume you were emotional mature enough to make that declaration.

So then, how did you make ¥500,000? How did you make enough money to just hand that much out? 

It was a good question, because that was more than she would make in two months of work... just casually resting on her kotatsu. On her table. Now owned by her...

Takashi groans softly and the mother is rushing to stand and help him sit up.

He hums softly, "'Morning ka-chan."

She smiles, gently running her fingers through his hair, "Good morning, how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," He grunts as he sits up further, elbow on the arm of the couch.

"How did I get home?" He asks groggily and it fills her with worry.

"You don't remember?" This was a sign of a concussion. Oh, no she should have taken him to the hospital!

"Oh yeah," He hums again, filling her with relief, "[y/n]-chan brought me home."

Takashi is blushing then, how cute!

"She's really sweet," Ichika says carefully, smile not slipping, testing these foreign waters. 

"Yeah..." He mumbles, obviously embarrassed.  

"Do you like her?" Ichika asks with a motherly smile, sipping on her tea.

"Um, maybe. I'm not sure..." He trails off, looking fully uncomfortable talking about this and Ichika relents, noting that she'll ask at a later date.

"Well, could you at least tell me how she makes money?" She changes the subject.

Takashi looks to his mother inquisitively.

The mother points to the ¥500,000 on the table.

Takashi's eyes widen, "Why did she give you this?"

She shrugs her shoulders, "I thought you could tell me. She said its an apology for making me worry..."