Fox VS Love | Fem! Reader × R.suna

«✮ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 ✮»

Tragic Past

Author's Note: In this chapter, Y/n is 11 years old. Her mom is a fashion designer, and her dad is an international volleyball athlete. Y/n's family is somewhat famous and lives in a mansion that's neither too big nor too small.

Y/n's POV:

"Why is Mom late again? I haven't seen her for three days!" I asked Dad, frustrated that Mom was working overtime again, leaving us to have dinner without her. "Sweetheart, you need to understand that the upcoming Fashion Week is really important to her. If her designs win, we could move to Tokyo, and you'd get to attend the best schools in Japan!" he replied. "But why does she always have to overwork?" I pressed. "Y/n, please don't question your mom and me. You won't understand until you're older and start earning for yourself. Now hurry up and get ready for bed," he said, his tone a bit irritated. "Can I at least play with the new video game you got me yesterday first?" I pouted. "Okay, but you need to be in bed by 9 sharp," Dad said before heading into his and Mom's room, yawning.

I was absorbed in my game when I heard the phone ring. I picked it up. "Hello," I answered. "Hi, kid. Can you put your dad on the phone?" the voice on the other end said. "Dad, there's a call for you!" I shouted. "Alright, I'm coming," he replied. He entered the living room as I handed him the phone and then retreated to my room.

As I got ready for bed, I heard a knock on my door. It was Dad. "Honey, we need to go somewhere," he said, his voice somber. "Where, Dad? It's so late!" I asked. "You'll find out soon, but we'll regret it if we don't leave now," he replied quietly. I quickly tied my hair into a bun while Dad went to get the car. I rushed outside as he called for me multiple times and hopped into the passenger seat.

I woke up to Dad calling my name. I hadn't realized I'd dozed off during the drive. He gave me a faint smile as he got out of the car and opened the door for me. I looked around and noticed we were at the hospital. Confused, I wondered why he had brought me here so late. Before I could think further, Dad urged me to hurry inside. We rushed through the halls and into a room next to the surgical area. There were two beds; one was empty, and the other held a woman. Dad approached the bed, and I followed closely behind.

"Wait... no, please don't tell me that—" I stammered. "It is," Dad replied, trying to hold back tears. I rushed to hug the woman—it was Mom. "What happened to her?" I asked in shock. "She had an accident on her way home from work," the doctor explained. "She's going to stay with us, right—" I began, but I was interrupted by the alarming sound of the heart monitor. "Check her breathing!" the doctor shouted as he hurried to perform tests on Mom. Dad sat beside her, holding her hand, his expression filled with worry as he silently prayed. The doctor instructed us to wait outside while Mom received immediate surgery.

Nearly two hours later, the doctor emerged with a blank expression. "She's okay, right?" Dad asked anxiously. "We did our best, but..." The silence that followed was deafening. In that moment, Dad and I broke down in tears. I can't recall exactly when, but I eventually passed out.

I woke up in my room, hearing Dad clattering around in the kitchen. I got up and went to find a disaster: Dad attempting to make pancakes, which were burnt on both sides, alongside a veggie soup that looked more like colored water. "Dad, maybe just grab some cup noodles instead? Your cooking skills have left quite the mess," I suggested. He agreed, and we settled at the dining table, eating noodles without Mom. This became our daily routine.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years. As time passed, Dad struggled to perform at his best, losing interest in volleyball and eventually quitting. I decided to focus on my studies and sports, determined not to let what happened distract me. My hard work paid off—I completed middle school with top grades and earned a sports scholarship to Inarizaki High.

End of the Chapter