Danganronpa Parent Scenarios! (THH, SDR2, V3 + Fem!Y/N) || ℂℍ𝔼ℂ𝕂 ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕊𝕋 ℙ𝔸𝔾𝔼 𝟚!

Request - Byakuya Togami - Too much worry.

Requested by @PawmuuSidera!

This is published later than I'd like, but maybe that extra time was worth it.

Hope you like it!! (Sorry it's quite short..)

[Y/S] stands for Your Sexuality! :)
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As you would have it for an awkward teen, you have been mulling over in your head that you indeed were not straight.

It came with all other realisations at 16 years old, and it startled you quite a bit. You didn't think that it would come to you so quickly, or even at all.

At first when you were young you just thought that 'hey, I don't think I like people the way others do!' Until it devolved into you realising you were [Y/S]. You didn't have any problems accepting that this is who you were, but you were going to have problems if you were to come out to your father.

Byakuya was a strict man, everyone knew that, and with it came fears of what you could and couldn't admit to him. Your life was almost hidden from him, he barely even knew what your favourite colour was.

You wanted to come out to him soon, albeit you were incredibly afraid and considered not telling him. He barely even had time to pay attention to you, so obviously you don't know what to expect from him.

You had to just work up the courage and go for it, if you had to guess, he wouldn't disown you that easily.

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You stood in front of the office door, in hand your latest finished assignments. With a shaky hand you knocked, awkwardly waiting to be given clearance to enter. You heard a stern 'come in' from the other side, and as you opened the door you heard the quiet sounds of tapping.

"Did you finish everything, Y/N?"

You barely saw your father head move away from his computer, never mind actually sensing when he took a look at you,"Yes, everything.."

You carefully put your stack of paper on his desk, away from his own important papers and other important things.

He watched carefully as you set them down, almost judging how perfectly you placed the pointless papers down. Your father's judgemental gaze shifted to you as you stepped back, taking a deep breath.

Your hands clasped together, you felt yourself grow more and more nervous. You wanted to tell him, it would probably take a massive weight off of your shoulders, but right now in the moment it felt as if you were going to be brutally verbally assaulted if you were to tell him.

Your mouth opened, as you tried to make up a sentence. All that was heard was you breathing in, and disappointed silence filled the room when you couldn't find your voice.

"What do you want to say?" Your father prodded, setting a harsh and cold gaze onto you.

"I've- I've got something to tell you.." Your voice faltered as you spoke,"Go on, quickly."He said, looking through some papers.

"I'm.. [Y/S].."

An odd silence filled the room as you waited for his response, but your father's expression didn't even change. It's like he doesn't even care, which was probably better than any other way he could've reacted.

"Okay. That doesn't stop you from doing anything, go finish your other assignments, Toko will have them ready for you."

You stepped back and paused,".. Not even.. Any recognition..??" You questioned him, looking confused. Your father locked his view on his computer,"Do you want an award?" He replied snarkily, raising an eyebrow at the screen in front of him.

"No.. This was really hard for me to say, and you just don't care..."

"It doesn't matter. You're not a changed person, are you?"

He had a point, to some extent. You weren't going to magically change just because you had different preferences. You were just you, a teenage girl.

"Yeah.. Okay, I'll go.." You pushed the door open and left the office, silently walking to your bedroom.

After that whole ordeal, you noticed your father actually acknowledging that you didn't really like men (or just men). He didn't show much emotion, and still you barely saw him every day, but there were some words or actions that he specifically thought about, for example seeing you giggle at your phone and suspecting if you had a partner.

Atleast it all went well, but now that you thought about it: what was all of that worrying for?