Danganronpa Littlespace One-Shots (Requests Open)

A Promise

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A/N:
Heyo, just an extra warning this one-shot is a tad bit dark, I believe I've listed some warnings already but I just want to be safe and make sure no one gets triggered by any topics. Also, my hc on Shuichi's backstory may be different from others opinions, but that should be something that's okay- and if you don't like it I don't really care lol.
Also as a side note, I've been dying for a roleplay, so if anyone wants to hmu.

Requested by:
@FrancisTheGreat12

Caregiver:
Rantaro Amami
Little:
Shuichi Saihara

TW/CW:
Fear, trauma, nightmares, language, arguing, hitting

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The night was dark, and rather cold, as were most winter nights. A certain boy was curled up in bed, under a pile of blankets, trying to keep warm. This boy didn't seem cozy or happy, however, as throughout the night he would shift and whine. It seemed to be some sort of nightmare.

Rather dark and twisted memories began to fill the detective's head, bringing him back to his childhood years.
The air was cold. The house? Quiet.
Shuichi hated quiet.

As the boy gazed down at himself, he realized his small stature, small hands, and how big everything was around him. As he looked up to what was infront of him, he saw a tall, and rather gorgeous woman,  who looked a bit...fake. Her face was fuzzy, as if he couldn't quiet remember it well...

"Oh no..." The boy mumbled, biting his lip, cringing as he grabbed his head. "No. Wake up. Wake up. Please." He begged, although not to anyone specifically.

"If I don't earn money from this show, you're the one who's facing the consequences of that, Shuichi." The mysterious woman spoke.

"Wait no.. please wait, no. I'm sorry. You can't leave again." Shuichi reached for the lady's arm, who had turned around to leave.

"Bitch, bitch. God, what do you fucking want?" The woman snapped, turning to face the young boy.

Shuichi's felt the bitter gaze on him, trying to fight back his tears. Oh, but alas it was too late, as the tears rolled down his face, followed by quiet whines.

"Stop fucking crying. It's always you, god, you're selfish. Do you know what the word selfish means?"

"N-no." Came a small voice and a soft hiccup.

"You only care about yourself. Look what you did to me, hm? I never wanted a child. Oh, but it's all about what you want, is it now?"

The words seemed to have more meaning now that he understood them, yet the childish emotions still took over as Shuichi couldn't help but sob.

"God, you're pathetic." Came a scoffing voice as the woman began to fade.

"Wait!" The young boy screamed, darting forwards, only ending up tripping. As his face hit the floor, a rush of pain shot through his body. The small boy grabbed his nose and winced, looking down at his hand as the crimson liquid seeped into his hand.

"Mama don't leave me again!" Shuichi screamed out.

A cold shiver rushed up Shuichi's spine as he sat up. Touching his nose, he realized blood was trickling down from it. The blue-haired boy realized his surroundings, seeing he was back in bed, in the cold and dark room.

Turning his gaze to his left, Shuichi realized Rantaro wasn't next to him anymore, only sending the boy into another panic.

The detective curled up into a little ball, beginning to sob, loudly calling out for Rantaro. He couldn't stand being left alone, even for a minute.

"Shuichi?"

The door had opened rather quickly, revealing a pretty worried and shocked Rantaro, who quickly got back into bed, extending his arms to the crying boy.

"I'm sorry, I just left to go to the restroom." The adventure apologized, seeming panicked. "Why are you crying, is everything okay?"

"N-n.." Shuichi's began to speak, but couldn't get out any words. He felt...mad. Mad at Rantaro. For leaving him. After all, the other boy knew better. He knew how anxious Shuichi got. Shuichi couldn't help but feel angry at this.

"Oh, come here. It's alright, I'm here now." Rantaro went to touch Shuichi's arm before he felt it being shoved away.

"No!" The smaller boy cried out, "You left! I'm not going to you!"

"Shuichi I didn't-"
Rantaro was cut off as an angry looking detective turned to face him.

"Yes you did! You were gone when I got up! I was s-scared and you weren't even here!" The blue-haired boy said between sobs, not being able to control himself anymore.

"Shu..." Rantaro sighed, reaching his arms out once more, a worried expression on his face. Obviously he felt pretty guilty, and didn't know quite how to make things better.

"Just stop it!" Shuichi could only move further back, glaring at Rantaro in disgust and sadness. Although there was another expression in his face. He was scared. Terrified would be a better way to explain it.

The green-haired adventurer could only sigh, scratching his head. He didn't seem to know exactly what to do in this situation, but decided that it would be best to calm Shuichi down. As the boy got off the bed, he dug through the nightstand until he found a pacifier, along with a stuffed toy.

"Here..."
Rantaro approached the other boy with caution, slowly moving the pacifier towards Shuichi's mouth, who reluctantly took it.

"Do you want your bear too?" The caregiver asked kindly, offering the fuzzy friend to the fearful boy, who also reached for that as well.

"Do you wanna talk about what happened...?" Rantaro asked carefully, slipping back into the bed, and leaning against the soft pillows.

"Mm.." Shuichi gave a soft whine before nodding, crawling his way over to Rantaro before awkwardly making grabby hands towards the boy.

"Alright..."
The taller boy sat the little in his lap, gently running his finger's through the other's hair before giving his head a soft kiss.
"Alright, honey bee. Tell me what happened, okay? Can you use your big boy words?"

Shuichi gave a tiny nod before vaguely explaining the nightmare. Seeing his mother at the door, being insulted, and being left alone at that age for days on end.

"Oh, Shu..." Rantaro's eyes widened softly. He knew this was a sensitive topic, but didn't want to pry. He could only hug his little closer to him.

"Well, I'm not your mom, yeah?" He asked lightly.

"No." Shuichi shook his head.

"And you know that I love you so much and care about you more then anything else in this world, my bumble bee?" Rantaro leaned down to kiss all over the toddler's face.

"Yes yes-" The small boy giggled, trying to grab onto his caretaker's arm.

"You wanna know something else, Shuichi?" Rantaro asked in a whisper.

"What is it?" The young detective asked in response.

"I'm never going to leave you. And that's a promise. Okay?"

"Okay. I love you." The little smiled innocently.

"I love you too."