First Love? Sanegiyuu and Shinomitsu

Shinobu's Bitch of a Mom

Curse Warning

If abuse and a mother harming a child triggers you skip this from the second butterfly break to the third one

This is a severely long and depressing chapter

Shinobu Kocho POV:

As I slowly walk up to my foster mothers home, I feel that something was off. But, still high from the kiss I shared with Mitsuri, I couldn't stop smiling as I walked through the front door.

Flashback

"Gosh darn it. I'm so sorry Shinobu, my parents need me home, my little brother fell off his bike and no one is there to take care of him."

Mitsuri looked at me apologetically. "I got to go."

"It's ok. Family comes first, I understand." I lean down and kiss her briefly. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah. Bye love." Mitsuri blushes and runs to her car, quickly hopping in and leaving the parking lot.

End of Flashback

So, as I walk into my house, my foster mother immediately notices something was off about my behavior. Apparently, I don't smile from ear to ear a lot.

"Hey, Shinobu. What are you smiling about so much asshole. You only should be smiling like that when you are in the presence of God."

Did I forget to mention my foster mother is a heavily religious homophobic asshole?

"Nah, thanks mom, but I'll pass. I'll smile like this whenever I want." I smile a completely innocent guileless smile at her, and she rolls her eyes and turn her attention back to the Uber religious show shes watching.

I wince inwardly as I see shes watching an unofficial documentary about how queer children and whether they can be saved or should be sent to 'pray the gay away.'

If she knew I kissed a girl tonight she'll kill me, after disowning me, then spit on my body and burn me without a burial. 

I need a better mom.

I sigh and walk up to my room. I quickly fall asleep, even though I was still tingling with energy from that single, life changing kiss.

🦋🦋🦋

"Ahh Shinobu. You're awake."

I look up into the blankest pair of sea green eyes, and the most emotionless pair of deep blue eyes looking down on me.

"What....Where am I? "

I look around and see I'm in an old fashioned Japanese room, laying on a soft bed. The eyes belonged to two faces I recognize, Muichiro Tokito and the emo man himself, Giyuu Tomioka. I frowned. Something was off.

They're clothes...what are they wearing?

Mui was wearing a loose fitting black uniform with some sort of Japanese character on the back. Tomioka was wearing the same uniform, but with sandals laced up in white ribbons, and a strange cardigan-cloak thingy, that was, admittedly, quite ugly. Half maroon with swirls, and half Oregon Duck yellow and green in a geometric pattern.

"What are you wearing?"

Both Tomioka and Tokito look down at themselves and then me, looking at me as if I'm crazy. 

"We're wearing what we're always wearing." Tomioka looked uncomfortable. "You must be delirious from your wound. Lower 4 must've been quite a challenge if you are this severely injured."