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Karma Akabane x Reader

A cool breeze whipped around the overpass, causing the female who stood atop it to pause a moment, glancing out at the city. It was a warm sunny day for July, with the added benefit of the heat wave has finally passed.

And since she had nothing better to do, aimlessly wandering around seemed like the perfect thing to do. Anything beat sitting at home with her parents, listening to her father scolds her for the low attendance and her mother beg him to not scream at you. It would always end up with the two of them fighting.

You had long accepted that your parents were not happy in their marriage. You had long accepted that one day they would get a divorce. You had long accepted that you might be the cause of this unhappiness, as you were not exactly planned.

Get your aunt drinking during the holidays and she lets all sorts of things slip from her mouth: unfiltered opinions, family secrets and crazy theories surrounding the government. And so when she spilled that your birth was the result of not being careful enough and that you were an 'accident' as she phrased it, it made you start to realize a lot of things about your life.

But, the one thing you couldn't accept, the one thing you didn't understand- was why your parents were still together. IT was obvious by now: to you, them, the family, neighbors and even the people you passed in the grocery store... how unhappy you family was.

So why stay together? Why make your life miserable? Why try to make something work that clearly wasn't?

Adults were complicated was what you came to the conclusion of. They thought they were doing what was for the best but in reality... they were doing the opposite of what they should be doing.

Maybe that's why you never were home. Instead of opting for sleeping in parks and spending the night in your middle school's literature club room. Honestly, you were lucky that the club president was nice enough to let you still be a member and crash there as often as you did.

But you hated going home. Your mother would drink, your father would yell and you would be used as some emotional tether or manipulative ploy to get their way, or win the argument.

And you didn't need that. You'd rather sleep on an old couch at school than in a room filled with items that each attempted to buy your love with. If they truly didn't give a shit about your well being, then you didn't give a shit that you were only home one day a week now.

Stepping down onto the sidewalk and trying your best to push past people who were walking with the current, you finally reached your destination. A small corner arcade that had some of the best crane machines and arcade games in Tokyo.

Guilt money piled high in your wallet, you exchanged a few for a cup of tokens and started your mindless numbing and avoidant world of bright colors, filler noise, and 8-bit graphics.

Double click here, dash there, turn around and then the screen turns black. Reload another coin and try again. Defeat the enemies with ease, struggle slightly with the boss, and hook that pair of headsets just right. Wink at a few of the young kids who are impressed at your crane skills, ignore the stares of the older men, push down that feeling of choking in your throat and the splash of water in the corner of your irises.

All per usual in your days of bliss, and even longer now since summer break was in full swing. You could keep this up for hours, and then you'll find somewhere to crash tonight. Maybe call up a literature club member and exchange a roof over your head for doing their homework or making their lunches for a week.

Someone tapped twice on your shoulder, their gesture giving off the vibe of mischief and slight amusement. Moving your head to look at the person, your face seeing the image of their face upside down, as you were hanging your face upside down from the chair you were in.