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In denial, in perplexity. She didn't know
how to deal with these strange feelings
and emotions budding within her as she
spent time with her six male friends.
Growing up surrounded by men her
entire life, she...
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Minato leaned against the frame of the door, staring at the small, writhing form in the crib. Y/n, red-faced and hiccuping from her cries. Her little fists balled up, kicking at the blanket beneath, begging to be held.
She couldn't be heard beyond these walls. He made sure of it.
His hand clenched at his side as Renzou's voice echoed in his head.
"Your brother's broken. The baby's gone, Minato."
Minato scoffed bitterly to himself, stepping inside. The soundproof walls muffled even his own breath.
This was what he wanted, wasn't it?
To see Yuto fall apart. To take something away from him the same way Yuto unknowingly took everything from him over the years. His parents' love. The admiration. Even Nagisa.
He knelt beside the crib and looked down at her. Y/n's cries softened when she saw him. Her eyes shimmered with tears as her fingers reached up to him.
Minato didn't touch her.
"This is what I wanted," he muttered aloud, trying to convince himself.
But the silence in the room, the sight of that baby reaching for comfort she didn't understand she'd never receive from her real parents... it gnawed at him.
...why did he feel so fucking hollow?
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Five years later....
Yuto and Minato never fought, but they never spoke again either. Not because they stopped being brothers. The grief had pulled them so far apart that even the blood in their veins couldn't reconnect them.
Yuto was swallowed whole by his mourning. Renzou was the only one who updated Minato anymore, and each time, the news was worse than the last.
The last thing Minato heard was that Yuto had divorced Nagisa.
Now, five long years had passed.
Minato lived alone, technically. Y/n, now turning five, lived with him too. Though, the word daughter never tasted right in his mouth. He never said it.
