protector (nakajima atsushi x reader)

accidentally sharing your life story

prologue

warning: minor gore and hinting at abusive behaviour

You always wonder how you got here. Well, you know how you got here; it's more like you want to know why you're here. Yet... that's not the right question either.

Your parents abandoned you at age three then left you alone to survive in the outdoor work by yourself. One day, a few months before your eleventh birthday, you were hit by a car that was going full speed and all your memories were wiped. When your parents realized that they didn't sign any official paper work for getting rid of you so they had to pay the medical bill, they gave you up to your new "family". That's what the new people told you when you first arrived at their house.

But why did they abandon you in the first place? Was it because if something you did? Did they enter intend to have children in the first place?

The most probable reason they would abandon their own child is because you're an ability user. They're not. To them, you were probably a freak that could use one feature from any animal. But wouldn't that have been useful?

You could have helped them carry groceries with your gorilla arms. Or you could have expanded your arms using your orangoutang swingy arms to reach something. You could even play an awesome game of tag with your cheetah speed. Yet, those weren't helpful enough.

But you know who does take your ability for granted, the people your parents gave you to. They make you use your ability to clean the entirety of their house or to play with the daughter. But they have absolutely no respect for you whatsoever.

You work as a maid for them despite still being a teenager. The people you work for/the people who took you in are some rich mother fuckers who have an alliance with the Port Mafia despite having an important role in government. They're the reason so many of the Port Mafia crew aren't arrested or known publicly. You can't believe you work for a sick family like this.

Not only are they terrible people for having an alliance with the Port Mafia, they're terrible people to you and in general. You're the only maid in the mansion so the job is all on you. That means that whenever you make the slightest mistake you have hell to pay.

But you have to stay. You can't afford your own house, it's hard enough to buy food for yourself now. Thankfully, you get any leftovers the family has from meals for your own meals. You get food, a shelter, insurance on whatever. It's worth it, right?

That mansion is where you're waking up in right now. You get a small bedroom, not attic like but not glorious like the family's bedrooms. It's enough.

Despite it being just before 6 in the morning, you get straight to work. You make your way to the kitchen and see a note on the counter. So, what would they like for breakfast this morning?

You take their respective orders and get the ingredients started, making sure your apron is on correctly over one of the minima number of outfits you have. You hear the family walk into the dinning room which makes you slightly nervous, so nervous that you almost burn a pancake.

"You better not burn anything," the husband's voice rings from the other room, a warning tone so cold that you're close to physically shivering. "You know full well what happens to you if you do."

You do know. How could you forget? The scar on your left thigh is a constant reminder. It was to first time cooking too. Not to mention the years of trauma of being punished. "Yes sir."

Soon enough, you walk in with the plates filled with different pancakes for different people. You stand beside the little girl with the maple syrup in your hand and start porting it for here, waiting for her order to stop.