"why now?"

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tsuyu POV (teaaaaaa)

'nonononononono...'

dark. young. abandoned. street.

'this can't be happening...'

"mama!" young tsu screamed as his mother came home from her long day at work.
"hey my little man! how's it going?"
"good mama! can we get ice cream?"
"sure dear!"

we leave to go and get ice cream. we drive up to the place, mama gets her normal which is mint chip and tsu gets cookie dough. they eat it happily.

mama suddenly stops the car, "get out."
"w-what?"
"get out of my god damn car."
"m-mama? your scaring me..."
"I SAID GET OUT GOD DAMMIT!" she threw tsu out of the car, "m-mama! what's wrong?!"

she drove off after she threw tsu out the window. she left a 4 year old tsu alone on the street.

tsu dropped his ice cream as he started walking. he didn't know where or why, he had tears streaming down his face. he found an alleyway and stayed in there. he cried and sobbed till his hearts content.

a few hours later he heard foot steps pacing near the alleyway. he tensed up, a head peaked around the corner, it was the face of drunk woman. she grabbed the boy by his short -soon to be long- hair. he yelped but was then punished by a slap to the face. in a raspy voice she said, "you will come home with me. i will say rules along the *hiccup* way."

i don't have a choice because she grabbed me by my hair. she explained the rules as we walked.
"one, stay quiet. two, when i *hiccup* hit you, no screaming or noises. three, don't talk back. four, answer me when i ask of something. *hiccup* five, do as your told no matter what..." she named a few more rules, basically saying how tsu will attend school and then come straight home and a few other things.

tsu just agreed. he had no other choice.

once they arrived at home, tsu got a beating as he expected. he lived like this for years.
years of beating.
years of abuse.
years of bullying.
years of fear.
years of not feeling able to sleep at night.
years of crying.

when tsu was in the 6th grade, his mother took him somewhere which surprised tsu. he cowered in fear the whole car ride, not once leaving his fetal position or lifting up his head.

he was having so much anxiety it became an anxiety attack, but he had to keep it silent. he couldn't let his "mother" over hear, it's just more trouble.

after a few minutes of driving, they reached an alleyway, a familiar looking alleyway.

tsu got out, seeing as how his mother stopped he assumed that's what she wanted.

tsu stayed in that alleyway for a few hours, he was so exhausted and tired from everything, he just wanted to be able to sleep at night. he wanted to feel safe where he was living.

he made light sniffles as many tears streamed down his face.

a woman came by, she had red hair and green eyes. she comes up to him in a hurry, "dear, dear? are you okay? why are you out here alone?"
tsu back away into a corner, he looks up to her and sees that she looks like "mother". he shakes as more tears leave his eyes.

she brings him into a hug.

tsu's so touch deprived. he felt so good to get a hug. he loved and missed it so much... i miss mama, she was the best...

tsu can't help but hug back into her shoulder. she picks up tsu, his arms around her neck, his legs around her waist.

they make it to her house and they walk inside. a cat comes up to the lady, "hi yukino," she says in a sweet tone. she brings tsu to the couch.

"little boy?"
"y-yes ma-'am?"
"what's your name?"
"tsukasa..."
"how old are you hoga?"
"i-i don't know..."
"where your parents?"
"ma-mama left me on *sniffle* the street and th-then moth-her found me *sniffle* and left me at t-the same all-alleyway..."
"poor dear... i'll keep you safe, i promise."
"i-i can't believe you yet, i'm sorry. please don't punish me?"
"punish you? dear i would never, why would i punish you for something like not trusting me yet. you've been through a hard life, trust issues come with that. come on let's get you all bandaged up, okay?"
i nod.

'maybe i finally found a home that's worth living in... that i can feel safe and loved in...'

i continue to shake as more tears leave my eyes. memories, i hate bad memories.

then the note, is this a coincidence or not? why would the league come right as she read the note.

why now?

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