Bungo Stray Dogs Oneshots

Fukuzawa Yukichi- The Real Me

Warnings: Transmasc! (M/N), Father Fukuzawa, Coming out, Sexual Abuse mentions

Pronouns- Fukuzawa- (He/Him), (M/N)- she/her to he/him

Gifts- Fukuzawa-All Men Are Equal, (M/N)-none

Third Person POV:

(Y/N) cried into her small hands, feeling uncomfortable in her own skin. She sat in an alleyway, alone and homeless. She wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling them up to her chest. She was only seven. 

The next morning, (Y/N) woke up and decided today she was going to beg for food. It's ridiculous that there is a 7 year old girl, walking the streets dirty and ragged, already knowing the evils that lurked in the world. Her tired and malnourished figure shuffled slowly through the busy cities of Yokohama, hoping a kind soul would help her. 

She noticed a man behind a cart selling hotdogs, and the dirty girl, dropped down on her knees in front of him. 

"Sir I'll do anything for a hotdog, please. I'm starving." She begged, knees and hands pressed to the floor, looking up at him with weary eyes. 

"Anything?" He smirked down at the little girl, begging him, innocent and pure to a degree.

"Anything." She restated, not aware of what she was getting herself into. 

.... She really had no idea. For three years she stayed in his apartment, sleeping in his extra closet, sobbing herself to sleep. The now 10 year old regretted that choice she made that day, never expecting to be used as a way for the man to get himself off at any moment. In return she was fed small portions to keep her thin and useful.

"I'm done with this bullshit." She whispered, hearing that word from the man, noticing his negative use. 

"I'm leaving this." She stood up, having little to no room to move. She cracked the door open slightly, searching for a small lit up clock that stated the time. 

1:45 AM. She smiled slightly, opening a window hatch that led to a side stairwell that was rusted over, nearly collapsing at a full body weight. Her abuse kept her thin and lanky, allowing her to squeeze through the small gap. She slid the window shut, climbing down the stairwell as quickly as possible, an unbreakable smile on her face. She jumped, running as fast as her sore legs could take her, unable to hide her smile. 

Here legs stretched as far as she could, sharp breath escaping her lips, the cool air keeping her from overheating. She shouted lightly, pumping into a scarily tall figure.

"Are you okay?" The man asked, bending down to meet the girl, scared on the ground.

"I- please don't hurt me!" She weeped, pushing herself away slowly, struggling with nerves.

"I promise I won't! I didn't mean to scare you." He spoke, deep voice calming her nerves.

"That's what he said last time." She retorted, standing up, backing up slowly. 

"Who said?" He questioned, looking down at the sobbing girl with a sad look on his face. 

"The man who hurt me." She answered, looking down at her ugly shaking body.

"I can help you if you want." He smiled softly, shutting his eyes lightly.

"What do you mean!" She shouted, trembling against her own will.

"I have 2 adopted kids. I can give you a home if you want." He suggested, hoping the girl will say yes.

"You promise you won't hurt me? And will I sleep in a closet?" She asked, still skeptical.