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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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The next day...
The hospital room was quiet. You lay still in bed, staring blankly at the untouched tray of food beside you; its contents cold and uninviting now. The nurse had come in earlier with a reminder to eat, but you couldn't bring yourself to even lift a spoon.
You closed your eyes, and everything came rushing back like.
The moment you received the DNA test result, you'd stared at the paper for a long time, unable to process what you were seeing.
Yuto Kiryu... biological father: Confirmed.
The realization struck with such force you couldn't breathe. You broke down then and there, knees buckling due to a truth you'd been denied your entire life. Tears flowed uncontrollably. You couldn't stop them. You almost threw up—not because of fear, but because the joy was so overwhelming, it physically knocked the wind out of you.
You weren't Minato's child.
You were Yuto's.
His child. His daughter. His little princess all along.
You buried your face into the pillow, muffling the broken sob that escaped as you remembered how he called you, "my daughter."
A smile crept across your face through the tears. You remembered how his hand pressed against the glass yesterday, how his voice cracked when he said, "I will always be your Papa."
You'd promised to visit him again.
You'd promised to let him be a part of your life, even if he could only watch from behind the glass. Because he deserved that much. For everything he had endured, and for never stopping loving you even when you or him didn't know you were his.
Tougo never once stopped you. He never warned you or told you to be careful. He understood. He trusted you. More than that, he trusted Yuto. He knew Yuto had no ill intention, only a love that had been buried too long.
You sniffled and turned to your side, eyes lingering on the morning sun spilling through the blinds.
You weren't born from hate. You were wanted, desired. You were someone's beloved child. You were his.
You stayed still on the bed, watching the sunlight shift across the ceiling tiles. Then it hit you; today was a school day.
A faint pout tugged at your lips.
You wondered if the others had gone to school; Kanji, Yasuhiro, Rindou, Shion, Izana. Kakucho always went to school and occasionally dropped by after school hours, though.
They had been so stubborn these past few days, refusing to leave your side unless your brothers or Tougo were present.
Ran, on the other hand, had no such obligations. He'd graduated already, and you wouldn't be surprised if he strolled in at noon, holding a bag of overpriced fruit or a bouquet. You smiled at the thought.
