Trigger Warning!
rape
cutting with sharp objects(not self harm)
Yoriichi held both twins by the arms, while they went on each side of him. Yuichirō skipped at his side, waving a windmill he'd made in art class that day, and trying to catch the biggest gust of wind. Muichirō walked slowly alongside his Uncle, sucking his thumb and gripping his windmill with the rest of his fingers.
"Uncle, when we finish our homework, can we have a snowball fight?" Yuichirō asked, tugging on Yoriichi's winter coat.
"Of course."
"I want to be on Uncle's team!" Muichirō yelled, pulling his thumb out of his mouth with a pop. "We'll win against you easily."
"Well," Yuichirō said with a pout, "I'll ask Dad to join me. Daddy may not be as good as Uncle, but I'm way better than you any day in a fight."
"We'll see about that," Muichirō smirked.
"May the best man win," Yuichirō grinned.
As the trio came closer to their home, Yoriichi noticed an unfamiliar vehicle in the driveaway. "Were your parents expecting any visitors today?"
"Not that I'm aware of," Yuichirō shrugged.
Yoriichi noticed Muichirō began trembling. "What's the matter, Muichirō?"
"T-that's...the Principal's car."
"Principal Ubuyashiki? What does he want?" Yuichirō scowled.
"I guess we're about to find out," Yoriichi answered.
They went up the steps and onto the front porch, when the front door opened, and Ubuyashiki stepped out, wearing his usual pleasant face.
"Thank you for your time, Tokitō-san. You understand that I'm here because it's my responsibility to make sure the students are doing well in their studies as well as their home life."
"Yes, of course!" Father agreed, a pleasant smile on his face. "I'm glad you took the time to stop by and talk. It was very...informative."
Ubuyashiki nodded. He smiled at the twins and shook Yoriichi's hand before walking back to his car.
"Come in before you catch a cold!" Mother ushered the three inside, closing the door after them. She took the twins' coats and put them in the closet.
Father rubbed his forehead. His easygoing smile had instantly vanished, and he seemed extremely frustrated and on edge.
"Where do I even start?!"
"Darling, please—"
"NO! This needs to be said, before anything worse happens."
Without warning, he nailed Muichirō to the wall with his glare. "You are in huge trouble, young man."
Muichirō shrank back. "What did I do?" he asked weakly.
"Let's start with this," Father said through clenched teeth. "What was that story you told the tutor at your school, Himejima?"
"Umm..." Is that the problem? But I...Did they seriously think... "A man...playing with his pets."
"Yes, go on."
"He came home...and beat his wife."
"Precisely! When did I teach you to talk like that? When?! Answer me!"
Tears dripped uncontrollably down Muichirō's cheeks. "Never, Daddy."
"Where did this kind of content come from?! Imagination stems from experience! No one here beats you or your Mother!"
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The monster under my bed
FanfictionEvery young child has a monster living in their closet or under their bed at some point. But they all grow out of it at some point. Muichirō is known to have a hyperactive imagination. So when he thinks there's a monster under his bed that also live...
