The Mother Of Baki Hanma💪

8: Scars

Baki was just pouring a hot drink when his hair rose, signaling the sheer presence of his father approaching after not hearing of him since a few days ago.

He quickly pours another hot drink and turned with tray in arms to see not only his father squatting legs spread on the floor but his mother standing near his room door.

"Well, hello there. Welcome." Baki greeted them with an easy going smile.

"Not even a cup for your mother?" Yujiro frowned at his manners (like he taught him any better).

"I didn't want any either ways." Y/n stepped into the bedroom. "Why is in here so dirty?"

'Didn't knew you were coming for me to spread a fucking red carpet.' Baki's eye twitched, knowing the scolding coming his way. He set the cups down and sat across from his father.

"It's blue mountain." Baki informed. "This is nice. I had a hunch you might show up. That's why I made two cups. Shows we're related. Right?"

Yujiro siooed the coffee silently, the others in the room waiting on his predict.

"Uh, do you want any sugar?" Baki had wide eyes, thinking he got the flavor wrong or something.

"Is this it?"

"Sorry?" Baki tilted his head.

"Is this the father-son relationshio you're after?"

Baki looked left, right, and front. "Well, yeah. I guess this is about right."

They went on with their conversation, Y/n waiting for one of them to start the flipping.

"What son are you to serve your father a crappy cup of coffe like that?!" Yujiro's hair floated, his aura red with anger.

Baki knelt with his head on the ground, Yujiro staring shocked. "I'm truly sorry! For you to come all this way and drink a crap cup of coffee like that." He sat back up. "If you can forgive me, father. I will never do that again."

It went silent for a while.

"Yeah, let's just drop the act."

Baki revealed Yujiro's fake act and Baki proposed for Yujiro to make him coffee in which Yujiro cut the table in four pieces.

Yujiro walked out, slamming the door. Y/n walked out after leaving a bag of groceries and closing the door gently.

"Wait!" Baki shouted.

"What now?" Yujiro turned with a smirk. "More coffee?"

"Um, the door." Baki covered his shock with smug. "Don't slam it like that."

Yujiro's hair raised. "Yeah, you're right. I really shouldn't." He turned and threw a hand over his shoulder, walking off.

"I left the bag on the table." Y/n called out and waved. "Text me later if you need anything." Then she also walked off.

Baki just stood with a shaky body and smile.

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"What did you do to Mitsunari?" Y/n stared up at the ceiling of the car.

Since Yujiro's large ass wanted to take uo the whole car, she stretched herself across his lap, playing with her ring on her finger, the heaviness almost reminding her of who she married.

"Just told him to watch himself." Yujiro's  eyes watched the scenery outside. "Went to the president meeting. They were gonna butt in on the fight."

"Well, they do care for the safety of everyone." Y/n yawned. "Should've bought an island or something for the fight."