𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳!
「After years of heartache, you thought you were done with Gojo Satoru-the man who shattered your trust. But now, fate forces you to work with him again. Gojo hasn't changed, and despite your defenses, he's rele...
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You sat on a swing, your fingers loosely holding onto the chains as you watched children run around with their parents.
The sight warmed your heart but also left you feeling sad and uncertain.
Kids...? How can I be a mom and give a child the best when mine was broken..?
. . .
DECEMBER OF 1996
In the cold, dim light of their tiny, run-down apartment, you sat criss crossed on the floor, your crayons scattered around you as you carefully colored in a picture you drew.
Your mother, sitting on the worn-out sofa, was busy wrapping a single gift. The paper was thin, and the tape was running out, but it was all she could afford. She looked down at you and smiled, her heart heavy but full of love.
"Y/N, what are you drawing?" Your mother asked softly.
"A Christmas tree," you said with a bright smile, your eyes full of innocent joy.
Your mother's smile widened, though there was a sadness behind it. She glanced at the small, poorly wrapped gift in her hands—something she had barely been able to afford after saving scraps from what little she earned.
It wasn't much, but it was for you. That was all that mattered.
Just as she finished wrapping the gift, the door to the apartment flew open with a crash. Your mother's heart sank as your father stumbled in, reeking of alcohol, his eyes bloodshot and wild.
He slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing in the cramped space.
"Ichirou!" Your mother shouted, standing up quickly, fear and anger mixing in her voice.
He ignored her, his gaze sweeping the room until it landed on you, still coloring on the floor. He kicked at your crayons, sending them flying. You yelped, pulling your hands back as the bright colors scattered and broke under his heavy boots.
"Daddy, stop!" You cried, confused and scared as your crayons shattered across the floor.
Your mother moved faster than you had ever seen, slapping Ichirou across the face.
The sound was sharp and startling, but it only made him angrier. He grabbed her by the arm and threw her against the wall with a force that made her gasp in pain.
You screamed, running toward your mother as tears welled up in your eyes.
"Mama!"
Your mother clutched her neck, wincing from the impact but glaring at Ichirou with fierce defiance.
"What do you want now, Ichirou? I already paid you for this month!"
Ichirou smirked, leaning against the wall as if he owned the place. His eyes glinted with malice. "It's almost Christmas. No gift for your sweet husband?"
