TW: SLIGHT HOMOPHOBIA, MENTION OF DEATH, MENTION OF TRAUMA.
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YOUR LEGS SHOOK FROM underyou, unable to properly keep up with what your mental state was.
At this point, it was like a blank mind. But at the same time, thoughts rushed and crushed over your body. The weight of everything that was happening on the screen was gravitating you more and more to the floor.
Shock filled the three other's eyes, their bodies more and more tense as the few seconds dragged on.
"Been a long time, yeah?" Your 'father' asked from the other side of the screen, a crooked smile etching it's way onto his face. "I just thought I'd pay your mom a visit. I had no idea she had..this sitting around."
Venom laced his tone once he addressed your now, dead step-father. Your jaw tightened, clenching your fists.
"Looks like she moved on. Sad, honestly." Your 'father' hummed, walking a little further to the camera. "Appears you did, as well. And look! You have a modeling career and...a drug dealing career as well.."
Maki's eyes burned into the screen, anger flashing within her eyes. Her emotions weren't unfelt by the others' in the room.
"You need to give yourself up to the Zen'in Clan...I've heard your..hatred for men. But, liking girls won't make it any better."
Fingernails dug into your palms, the crescent moons you grew to know as a friend, resonating in your palms.
"And yes, I did get bailed out of jail. By the Zen'in family, of course. I was filled in, and then I paid a little visit to your mother." Your father stated, walking closer to the camera. This time, he stopped in front of it and slowly bent down.
"Give up your life. Your friends and your mother live if you do."
You blinked, tears rolling down your cheeks. This sonofabitch killed the only person you would ever call father, and now he has your mother?
You wanted—no, needed to kill this motherfucker.
If it was the last thing you'd ever do.
"The choice is yours, darling. I hope you choose the right one." A twisted smile carved into his face, the inside of your stomach churning.
"See you soon."
Then, the video went blank.
You stared at the screen for a while, processing what had happened. Silence in the room was replaced with high tension.
Maki's fists tightened, her eyes burning with the urge to cry for you.
Nobara wasn't any different, her mouth covering over her quivering lips as salty tears struck down her face, showing the pain of seeing someone she knew as a child die on the screen.
Yuji only had met your step-father once, and immediately grew accustomed to liking him.
Since, he too, liked Jennifer Lawrence.
Megumi had a different type of pain. Despite having a biological father and Satoru as his guardian, he had always wanted a father like your step-dad, happy when he came over to play video games.
Megumi had never gotten a chance to do the things fathers did with their sons, but with your step-dad? He did more than what he needed.
There was an emptiness that occupied your heart, your tears numbly going down your face as sniffles filled your throat.
"Y/N..." A voice spoke. Your breathing stuttered, your heart shattering as the moments kept passing by.
He was your father.
There was no replacing the love he had for you. You were his only step-child, and he lived every moment a father should live with their child.
He taught you how to ride a bike, how to use chopsticks, how to write, how to read, how to draw, and even how to be a good parent.
And even when you came out, he taught you how to ask out girls. And if someone ever degraded you for it?
He'd want to bash their skull in.
What he never did was verbally, mentally, and physically abuse you. Manipulating you every chance he got, or forcing you to get him beer or cigarettes from a gas station.
That was never asked of you.
If you ever had a kid with someone, you'd want to do the same things your step-dad did when you were a child.
You felt arms go around your frame, warmth coating your weak body. You molded easily into the touch, sobbing into the shoulder of your orange-haired friend.
Sniffles and strangled sobs left Nobara's throat as she held your aching form, mourning for you and her.
Maki's eyes watched dully, her nails digging into her pant leg and fuming with anger.
Why did you have to go through this?
Why should anyone have to?
Maki stood up, looking at Yuji and Megumi before leaving the comfort of the room that held your broken cries.
The door opened and closed as her figure stepped out of it, noise only entering for a split second before it was gone again.
Without knowing, Megumi had tears of his own falling off his face, coating his hands with shimmering tears of uneasiness and confusion.
Yuji took him in his arms as Nobara did you, the room full of heart break and confusion.
The weight of the situation falling down on everyone's shoulders.
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Maki leaned against the door, her head in-between her knees as she dangled it, her black locks hanging over her eyes.
Maki tried to keep composure for you, knowing you needed someone strong to be around you in order for you to be able to get through this mess of a life.
She didn't understand the situation with your biological father—she only knew you had a step-dad and your mom in your life.
Maki wanted to know more about what was going on behind close doors. Knowing you, you probably hid it from lots of people for a self-less reason.
Now, her words earlier starting to eat at her brain and cloud her train of thought.
How could Maki make this right so that you could live a normal life?..
With her possibly in it.
Maki then lifted up her head, eyes wide when she realized she could still contribute and help. Pulling out her phone as she was sat on the tiled floor, she pulled up her contacts.
A familiar name popped up on screen, reminding her how she neglected the other people in her life.
She clicked on the contact, calling the number and tapping her knee slightly.
It was rude of her to be asking such a thing after they hadn't talked for months. But, it was an emergency and she knew they'd understand.
On the fourth ring, the phone was picked up, a voice on the other side echoing through the phone.
