Perfect (Akaashi x Reader)

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(TRIGGER WARNING: Abuse and swearing)

(Keiji's POV~ Age: 5)

"YOU SLUT!"

"Please stop yelling! We didn't even do anything!" My mother holds me close as I shut my eyes. My father slaps her across the face and I slip out of her arms, running out of the room. I tumble up the stairs, tears streaming down my face I trip over my own feet trying to make it to my room. Fumbling with the doorknob I open my bedroom door and run inside, collapsing on the floor and hugging my knees to my chest. The sound of my parents yelling is muffled, but still audible.

"JUST LEAVE KEIJI ALONE!" I can hear my mother yell and I tighten my grip around my knees. Are they fighting because of me? Is this my fault?

"DON'T TURN THE BLAME ONTO ME!" My father shouts back.

"YOU'RE DRUNK! PLEASE STOP!"

Drunk...? Is he okay? What does that mean? Is it why he hurts us?

"I'M NOT DRUNK! YOU'RE JUST A BITCH!" He yells even louder and I let out a choked sob. That was one of the words Mommy told me not to say...

"EVEN IF YOU WERE SOBER THAT WOULDN'T MAKE THIS SITUATION ANY BETTER!" Sober...? That's probably the opposite of drunk. I think, shaking. I hear crashing and a loud yell, then the sound of the front door shutting. Then silence, besides my muffles sobs as I hug my knees. I bring a hand up to my face, Daddy had hit me earlier today, when it all started. That's when the yelling started. The sting from the slap is gone now but it feels like it's still there.

"Keiji hun...? Are you in here?" My mother opens the door, she has a bruise on her face as she peers down at me. "I'm so sorry," she cries a bit and I stand up, wobbily making my way over to her.

"Mommy? Are you fighting because of... me?"

"Of course not darling, I don't want you thinking that for even a second okay?" She picks me up and kisses my forehead.

"He said bad words," I whisper, nuzzling into her shoulder.

"I know. He shouldn't have said those things, especially with you around," she strokes my back and I nod.

"What does 'drunk' mean?" I ask, looking up at my mother.

She has a conflicted expression, "Uhh, I'll tell you when you're older Keiji,"

Two days later my father comes back home with a tear stained face, "I'm so sorry, Eriko please, you have to forgive me. You were right, I was drunk, I promise I'll get better!"

My mother shakes her head and grabs my hand, "You hurt not just me, but Keiji too, how am I supposed to trust you?"

My father looks hopeless, "I feel terrible, and I promise to never hit either of you again! Please Eriko... I'm sorry," When my mom doesn't say anything he turns to me, "Keiji, you'll forgive me right? I'm your Dad!"

I whimper and hug my mom's legs, shaking my head as I try to move away, "You were scary," I whisper, "... and loud,"

He shakes his head helplessly, "And I regret every moment of it... Keiji I love you and your Mom okay?"

"You get one chance. This is the last time I forgive you," My mom says sternly.

"Yes... Eriko! Thank you!" He goes to kiss her but she moves out of the way.

"Go clean yourself up," she spits, picking me up as she glares at him.

"I promise to get better!" He bows, then runs to the bathroom.