Sᴛɪʟʟ 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ x ʀᴇ𝖺ᴅᴇʀ

chap 14 ❦

Hey hey heyyy babes okay so uhh this chapter is a very heavy chapter it contains y/n's back story  and all her trauma...🌚 which contains
-degrading
-abusive parents
-neglecting parents
Anyways enjoy babes!! 

You and Tooru arrive at the milk bread shop and you talk as per usual. After opening the door you walk up to the counter and order, when you hold your card against the machine, it beeps in decline. "What the fuck? Sorry, could I just—" You could feel Tooru's gaze on the back of your head. And suddenly the urge to slap him was increasing. The cashier reset the machine without a word and motioned for you to try again.

This time, you swiped your card instead of tapping it. It beeped in decline again. "Bro..." you murmured and Tooru was stifling laughs. Snort. You whipped your head at Tooru and stepped on his foot. "One more time. Just one more time." You said to the cashier. They reset the machine again and you inserted it, thinking it just wasn't processing through the other 2 methods. Another beep sounded and the cashier glanced at you awkwardly. You were starting to feel a bit embarrassed and awkward but you puffed as Tooru let all his laughter out. "It's—it's okay... I'll... I'll get it!" He said in between laughs.

You glared at your card as you put it away and let Tooru pay for the food. "Sorry. I don't know what the fuck's happening. I said I would pay too..." you and Tooru sat at a table nearby. "I swear! I'll pay the next time we go out!" You say, shoving some of the milk bread into your mouth. "Or, you could treat me another way?" Tooru's brows wiggled and you smacked him as he broke out into more laughter.

After a couple minutes, you open your phone and try checking your bank account, and your balance is the same as before but it was locked. You couldn't take out or receive any money. 'The fuck?' You scrunch your face in confusion. "Something happen?" Tooru asks. "My accounts locked," you say, searching up the number of the bank. "Is that why it kept declining?" He asks, smiling a bit at the memory. You blush a bit as the phone rings in your ear. "Shut up!" After being connected, you ask why your account was locked. "It seems that we were told to lock your account?" The person on the other end of the line says. "When? I never called?" You say. "It looks like your parents called on your behalf as you were busy?"

"WHAT?" You yell and Tooru gives you a puzzled look. "Why did—ugh. Whatever. Could you just please open my account again?" You say, angry at your parents as they probably bribed or gaslit the bank teller. The person unlocks your account and you end the call. "So did you find out what happened?" Tooru asks, eating more of the milk bread. "I'll tell you later. I have a bone to pick with someone." You go into your contacts and find your moms number. After a few rings, she picks up. "What y/n? I'm busy." You fume, "Like hell you're busy! You locked my damn account!" You yell and people began to glare.

"Oh. You've been avoiding us. We need to talk." Your mother says. "And you couldn't have called, or texted, or just—anything?!" You yell, getting angrier by the second. "I suppose we could have, but you wouldn't have answered. Your father and I want to start over with you." Your anger comes to a screeching halt and your face loosens into confusion. "...what?" You stare off into nothing, only listening to your mothers voice coming from your phone. "Your father and I want to start over with you." Your grip on your phone slackens and you tilt your head towards the window and look outside. "Just... we'll talk about this another time. But you shouldn't have locked my account."

"Perhaps. I'll call you again to discuss this." Your mom says. "No. Let's... let's meet up." You say, not wanting to discuss something like that over the phone. You plan out the details and end the call, looking back at Tooru. "...you did not get another loaf." You say, not believing the sight in front of you. Tooru had finished both bags of milk bread and in the midst of everything went and bought another loaf. "What? I'm hungry! And I just got out of a game! Man's gotta eat!" He says defensively. You sigh and start tearing pieces from the fresh loaf.