𝒲ဝｍ𝘣-ꓚ੦𝙘ჿᴑ𝘯ｉռ𝔤 ℰ𝒎𝗼𝑡ⅈ𝕠𝖓𝖘 (JJK X Male Reader)

Pilot

A/N: No idea what I wrote

This chapter contains some sensitive acts, that may be sensitive to some readers. This is a warning! ⚠️
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[3rd Person POV]

Clearing the cupboard as the sound of rain was the music to his ears. Dimly lit room as the windows were blocked by the black thick curtains. He didn't seem to find the room filled of depression as a disturbance, he'll invite it in just so he didn't remember moments ago.

A long measuring tape on the ground next to the a large mirror, magazines with his face on them laying scattered behind the mirror.

After clearing the cupboard of sugar jams, he went up to his room to the sight of. . .his failure.

At least there was no one to bother him, his mother was harsh enough he didn't wanna be near her. No matter how little sound he made he'll attract her attention. Being absolutely silent was hard when one held so much inside.

Sadness

Guilt

Fear

Staring in the mirror to see his long shining hair under the bathroom light, eyes that had no feelings to live or to describe his state.

He felt shameful at his state.

Let's begin

The mother was wealthy woman, revolutionary in her designs for clothing from there she had built a reputation. Her marriage was short and quick as she dumped her husband the next few days, discovering she was pregnant she felt. . .sick.

Not wanting to bare the child instead wanting to leave it at a shelter however the father insisted to keep it. She agreed as she didn't wanna ruin her image.

Image. Image. Image.

Upon birth the mother fell into a trace, eyes closed that slowly opened. Purple eyes, clear as the blue sky, a redish pupil into the center of his eyes. She fell into the trace of her newborn boy, never will she let go of him.

Filling for full custody taking the father out of the picture, he also made sure to take himself out of the picture, two days after Y/N's birth he shot himself.

It was now her and him it was:

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect!

Raising him to be a gentle boy she raised him as a girl up to the age of 7 (she at least expected a girl during her pregnancy). He had a fragile body that he looked too weak, feminine features, always wearing kimonos.

It wasn't until he realized he was being raised to be one of her mother's models, upon his eyes landing onto a camera.

Not letting him gain weight, let his skin turn rough, or let his baby face go away. A routine of skin care, meal plans, and homeschooling was planned out until he turned age 12, his mother made the choice to let him go to a private school.

Deciding it was best if he was sent to school to further advertise his body, showing off his hair shining under the sun. Purple eyes dating towards those who didn't have a single chance to compete with his appearance. Smooth skin that others described it as milky, most want to hold his hand just to feel at his skin.