My Son (young Takami Keigo + m!reader)

5

Ever since you adopted your son, you noticed quite the strange pattern. If it was possible, he'd never have his back turned to you, and he'd constantly ask for permission to do anything.

At first it seemed cute, but that got old, fast. Even things he knew he was allowed to do, he'd ask permission for. If things kept going on like this, then it'd be harder for him to become independent later on in life, and you didn't want that happening.

So one day you decided to ask him about it, kneeling down to be eye level with him.

"Keigo, honey, daddy has a question for you,"

He tilted his head to the side.

"I wanted to ask why you keep asking for permission for everything,"

He flinched slightly, as if past memories had burned him once again. He backed away a little bit, looking at the ground.
"I don't want you to hit me..."

You cupped his cheek with your hand, rubbing your thumb along it gently,
"Why would I ever hit you?"

He still kept his gaze away from you, although he did enjoy the warm feeling of your touch.
"Because you're my dad now, and my old dad used to hit me, and I didn't want you to..."

You pulled the boy into your arms,
"Oh Keigo, I'd never hit you! Not in a billion years!"

He began crying into your shirt, letting out everything he'd been holding inside for the past years.
"It hurt so much! I didn't do anything wrong! He was so mean!"

"I know Keigo, I know. Your old dad was a horrible man, but I won't let any of that happen to you again,"

He sniffled,
"You promise?"

You gave him a peck on the forehead,
"I promise,"

You ended up holding Keigo in your arms for the next five minutes as you helped him recover, your shirt needing to be washed because of all the tear stains.

You'd definitely sign him up for therapy soon, but only after he proved to be able to spend time away from you. This boy had quite the troubled past, and you weren't the most qualified to unpack that.

You picked up your son, humming a soothing tune to him. You weren't expecting your simple question to create this outcome, but if it helped your son, then that was okay.

"Oh Keigo, my little sun and stars, I couldn't have asked for a better son,"

He basked in your praise, loving the nicknames you'd call him, finally having what he'd seen other kids have.

Of course he didn't stop asking for permission after that, but every now and then, he'd catch himself, and just do what he wanted. It was a slow process, but it was progress none the less.

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