(Y/N sat in the corner of your room, knees pulled to his chest, the weight of the world pressing down on him like an iron chain. The muffled sounds of the outside world were drowned out by the echoes of his thoughts—taunts, jeers, laughter. The endless cruelty of his classmates had broken something inside Y/N. Their words clung to him like poison, filling his mind with nothing but darkness.)
"Go home to mommy!"
"Loser!"
"Ha, dumbass!"
(The door creaked open, and Y/N didn't even lift his head. Y/N knew who it was. Her presence was as unmistakable as the scent of her perfume, sweet but overwhelming. Rangiku Matsumoto, Y/N's mother.)
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Rangiku: Y/N, baby...
(Her voice was soft, too soft. It grated against Y/N's raw nerves, like velvet over glass shards. Y/N could feel her coming closer, the way her movements filled the room with a warmth that should've been comforting but instead felt suffocating. She crouched down in front of him, her large, familiar hands brushing away the hair that clung to his tear-streaked face.)
Rangiku: You've been crying again. You know how much I hate seeing you like this.
(Y/N stayed silent, staring at the floor, wishing he could melt into it. Rangiku tilted his chin up, forcing him to meet her gaze. Her amber eyes gleamed, the worry in them all too familiar, but there was something else, something intense. The same look she always gave him when he tried to pull away from her suffocating affection.)
Rangiku: They're still bothering you at school, aren't they? (enraged) Those little brats don't know who they're messing with.
(Y/N flinched as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. It wasn't the warmth of a mother's love—it was too tight, too desperate, as if she was trying to mold him into something that could never leave her grasp.)
Rangiku: (whispers) I told you. You don't need anyone but me. I'm the only one who understands you, Y/N. Those kids... they'll never love you like I do.
(Y/N swallowed hard, the lump in his throat growing as her words sank in. Y/N knew what she was doing, how she tried to isolate him from the world, but he was too tired to fight it anymore. Too broken.)
Rangiku: They don't deserve you. You're perfect. And I won't let anyone make you feel otherwise. (smirks) If anyone ever hurts you again, I'll make sure they regret it. No one hurts my son.
(The intensity of her gaze made Y/N's skin crawl, but he couldn't escape the crushing weight of her love. It was all-consuming, suffocating, but at the same time, it was the only thing he had left.)
Rangiku: (whispers) Stay with me. I'll protect you. Forever.
(And in that moment, Y/N realized—he was trapped. Not by the bullies, but by her love.)
(There was no escape from Rangiku's suffocating embrace.)
