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[TW: Depictions of child molestation, psuedo-incest, victim blaming- if needed, feel free to skip and dm for a recap! ]

SIX YEARS AGO...

If there's one thing that should be known about Naoki, it's that he hates change.

"It's only temporary, son. A year at most. Your mother just needs some time to get on her feet." Naoki's father tells him.

Naoki slumps back in his seat, watching as the trees blur by. "She's not my mother. She's my stepmother. Why do we have to move to the US anyway? Why can't they just move to Japan?"

"They don't have their traveling visas and we do. C'mon, son. It'll be good for you. Sometime abroad before you graduate and go to university, and you can finally meet your little sister. You've always wanted a younger sibling, after all."

--

Naoki doesn't like you. You're an annoying brat. A loud, energetic, twelve year old, nosy and curious, following him around like a lost puppy. You don't listen, partially because you don't fully understand what he's saying, since you've only started to learn Japanese in the previous year, when his father and your mother got together, and the other part is because you just don't want to listen to him.

When he yells at you, you yell back, and the two of you have even wound up getting physical, wrestling and fighting, which is always interesting. He wins, of course, but you're so small and scrappy, you manage to get a few hits on him. You've even jumped on his back one time and made him fall on the ground.

One evening, there's a knock on his door, interrupting his gaming session. "What?"

"It's (y/n). Can I come in?" You ask, your tone unsure as you try to speak his language. He sighs softly. "Whatever."

You walk in, holding a notebook. "Could- can you help me with my homework? You are good at math. I don't get this."

He gazes at you. You're not trying to bother him or spy on him, or play any of his games. You just want his help. No one's ever asked for his help before, or acted like he was good at anything, or important. It makes something pang in his chest.

"What?" You ask, making him realize he's been staring for too long.

"Nothing. Your Japanese is getting better." He pats the desk next to his gaming chair, and you smile at him. "Maybe you can give me lessons on that too."

--

It starts when you're fourteen. When your body is changing and growing due to puberty, your hormones kicking in. You wake up to the feeling of someone in your bed, lying behind you, touching you in places they shouldn't, groping you, moving against you. Panting in your ear, leaving a nauseating feeling in your stomach as you lie there, frozen, hoping it's a dream, needing for it to be a dream.

You don't know what to do. What to say. You want to fight back, wanting to think, to move, but you're always frozen. Numb. Petrified. You start to dread going to bed. You start to lose sleep.

You try to get away, to find excuses, but your mom always stops you.

"Can I sleepover at my friend's for a birthday party?"

"No. You know how I feel about sleepovers."

"Can I get a lock on my door?"

"You don't need one. Besides, your father and I need to check up on you and make sure you're behaving."

No matter how hard you try to fight her or try to get her to listen, she won't. You get good grades, behave well, do everything right and it's never enough. There's always something that could be better. Some way you could be better. Sometimes, you think she hates you.