𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 彡 [jjk oneshots]

ミ✮ 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝┆[t. fushiguro]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: toji fushiguro x fem!reader
[platonic; daughter!reader]

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2777

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which an estranged and emotionally distant father halfheartedly fights for the approval of his children

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: strong language, alternate timeline, quite angsty, the chapter features fetus megumi (a cutie pie), neglectful father figure??, a very broken and dysfunctional household

𝐕. 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 — tbh i still think there's worse dad's out there than this man, but i wanted a little fictional drama

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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 were almost like a proverbial dagger to the heart.

"You're acting like dad."

The young woman of eighteen felt stomach acid tickle the uppermost part of her esophagus—her self-esteem utterly left in shambles by her blunt little brother's inadvertent insult. It was never meant to cause such an immediate and severe negative reaction. Being purposely malicious had never been Megumi's intention, but as [Y/N] comfortably occupied the counter in their cramped kitchen she couldn't help to overthink.

Was she really like their father? Just as neglectful? Just as apathetic? A shiver crawled down her spine and her nose scrunched up in disgust. As for Megumi, the preteen—now tucked away in his room, catching up on the latest issues in his manga collection—was blissfully unaware of his sister's internalized mental breakdown. When the cigarette resting against her fingers reached [Y/N]'s lips once more, she hoped to finally fill the void and purge her perturbed thoughts.

The nicotine-filled smoke cradled her lungs...still, it did nothing to stop those racing thoughts. [Y/N] clicked her tongue, clearly annoyed that the man who she and her brother shared blood ties with was incapable of love and sympathy—of having paternal instincts. He seldom visited and when he did, the bastard only demanded money. That's all he was capable of; extorting his own children.

The young woman exhaled a cloud of smoke, watching it swirl and dissipate in the dim light of the kitchen. Her fingers trembled slightly as she crushed the cigarette in the nearby ashtray, a sense of futility washing over her. The kitchen clock ticked monotonously, each second stretching into an eternity.

Her brother's words echoed in her mind, each repetition slicing deeper. The weight of the comparison to their father was unbearable. [Y/N] had tried so hard to be different—to shield her brother from the neglect and pain she had endured. But now, doubts gnawed at her resolve.

She heard a loud knock on the door and immediately tried to disperse the cigarette smoke with her hand, thinking it was social services coming to check on them again. Their last unexpected visit was a disaster. The young woman quite literally had to plead with them to maintain custody of Megumi.

Panic surged through her veins as [Y/N] quickly stubbed out the cigarette and fanned the air, praying that the smell would dissipate before anyone could notice. With her head held high, she jogged over to the door and opened it without a second thought. That welcoming smile of [Y/N]'s vanished the moment she spotted the person outside of the threshold.