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3𝓻𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓞𝓥
TW: mentions of... pain?
"Oh, how gracious of them~" M/N held up dresses on Y/N in front of a full-size mirror.
"Very," Y/N said in a bored tone.
"Although they haven't given us much time," her mother let out a heavy sigh, "honestly, your manners have barely improved since you got here."
"A student's only as good as their teacher." Y/N murmured under her breath.
"Shut your mouth!" M/N snapped, gripping her shoulders tight, her long nails digging in slightly.
Y/N winced and scowled at her mother.
"Listen here, Y/N. You better not embarrass me today." Her mother harshly spoke into her ear.
A fire sparked in Y/N's heart. Oh how she hated this woman whom she called her mother.
The flames burned and flickered yet Y/N found herself frozen and unable to do a thing.
In truth, Y/N had always been frightened by her mother, unable to escape her clutches.
Not because she was weaker than M/N but because she was broken from the inside and built up to obey her mother's words, leaving only the tiniest fraction for rebellion.
"Get changed, Y/N. I only want to see you when you're ready. Ring Monsieur Pierre if you need makeup."
M/N dropped the dress onto the bed and swung the door closed behind her when she left the room.
Y/N started to get dressed, not bothering to get her makeup done.
I don't want to disturb Monsieur Pierre for this stupid dinner.
Y/N heard a knock on the door, thinking it was her mother again she replied rather blunt, "what."
A little girl, no older than 5 years old, walked in, tears brimming in her eyes.
Y/N's expression softened and she dropped down to her sister's height.
"S/N! What's wrong?" She was just a worried big sister.
"M-Mommy's mean to me! And there's no one to play with me." S/N cried into her sister's chest, hugging her tightly.
"Y/N?" She looked up at her with round blurry eyes, "will you play with me?"
Y/N held S/N's hand and spoke softly, "Y/N's busy today but we can play all you like tomorrow?"
She used her thumb to gently wipe S/N's tear-stained eyes, "okay..." her little sister walked slowly back to her isolated room.
Y/N felt bad for the poor thing. She thought of the giant house they lived in, large gates surrounding so no other children could get in... or out.
S/N had been sickly all her life so she wasn't able to socialise or make friends her age.
The only thing she could do was stay in her room and draw.
❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。
"You're early, I guess that means you couldn't wait to see me~" Karma leaned on the door-frame with a smirk on his face.
Y/N rolled her eyes, "Oh, shut u-"
Karma's mother pushed her son out of the way, her arms outstretched, gesturing for a hug.
"Y/N, darling!" Y/N plastered a smile onto her face and gingerly stepped into the embrace.
"Thank you for having me," the H/C-haired girl's smile was as fake as his mother's boobs.
"Come, come, sit!" Y/N was dragged further into the house.
"Um, thank you?"
❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。
The beginning must've been pretty boring for my karma simps.
I'll try not to focus on Y/N's backstory as much but angst just happens so quickly without me realising it 😃
Anyway the emoji for this chapter is
『 🫃』
Only reals ones do it
Edit: haha I wrote the month wrong, since when were we in September?
This whole time
signing off~ 24/09/23
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K.Akabane || My Annoying Fiancé
Fanfiction『 Get engaged to Karma Akabane 』 Due to financial difficulties, you had no choice but to accept your mother's proposal. Only when it was too late, had you realised what you had gotten yourself into... ❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。 I don't own assassination classroo...
