Sunset//ing

4// Memories lost

TW!!
This chapter has mention of abuse/family issues/past trauma(?).

If you are not comfortable with this kind of topics, please careful at reading this part.

Thanks!!
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Pov. Tamaki/ third person

At the end of classes, Tamaki walked with Mirio to the door and waited until his mother passed by, both said goodbye promising to see each other the next morning like every day.

S.A-• "Hello honey, how was today?"

T.-• "It was... good, and you mom? How was the office?"

S.A-• "Tired love, just like always, uff you don't know what it's like to be a businesswoman and for men to treat you like any employee, promise me you won't be one of those man."

T-• "I promise mom."

S.A-• "I'm glad to hear that, I'm really not going to put up with any man again. When you grow up and have a girlfriend-"

T-• "Mom!"

S.A-• "Oh but It's the truth! You don't go around treating women like your servants, no sir, that's why I teach you how to cook, wash, clean so you don't come off as those thugs good for nothing wasting time standing on street corners being drunk."

...Tamaki's mother always had something to complain about when she came home from a tiring day at the company, not that Tamaki minds, but sometimes he would like her to talk about things that he could understands, even so, he taught himself to keep silent when someone else is speaking, his mother told him on a hectic day how she hated that they always interrupted her when she spoke, it was disrespectful and irritating, she said, is that why she argued about everything on the way to home?, maybe she couldn't talk all day because they interrupted her and she preferred to talk to him every chance she had... anyway, it felt good to listen to her, in the mornings they can never talk because her mother ran from one side to another rushed by work, but it was fine. He liked hearing her voice even though it was only complaints.

The house It no longer felt so desolate compared to the first days, the dusty boxes were empty, the place didn't have a speck of dust tho, his Mother made sure of that herself. It still felt empty... And he knew well what was missing, but he wasn't sure if his mother felt it too, she must be so busy that this emptiness feeling is the least of her worries, empty... But no tense. Not anymore, although he wasn't sure if that mattered... even though he's not here, he could still hear the resentment in his mother's voice, the same voice that he still remembered screaming late at night thinking that he was already asleep upstairs.

When they arrived, Tamaki left his shoes at the entrance of the door just like his mother. He left his backpack leaning on the sofa in the living room, he would do his homework later, now his belly is roaring with hunger.

S.A-• "What do you want today? We have... Mashed potatoes with fish fillet, or do you prefer boiled vegetables and chicken breast?"

His Mother had a very organized refrigerator, she would buy pre-made frozen meals to simply reheat when she got home. She hated cooking.

T-• "I like fish and mash potatoes better"

S.A-• "It's decided then! Go wash your hands and I'll warm up your plate"

Tamaki wasted no time and headed towards the bathroom door, he placed a children's bench to be able to reach the sink, he looked at his reflection for a moment, he was like a small version of his mother, same hair color, smooth skin with a white tone, pointed ears... If it weren't for his purple eyes, he would be just like her, her mother's eyes were a dark shade of yellow, golden in his opinion. The only thing that he noticed different about him, is that he had a small pointed curve on the left side of his upper canines, his Mother did not have that pointed shape... He did not remember any characteristics of his Father... it will disappear eventually as he grows up, right?