waffles ~ tsukishima x reader (currently rewriting)

❃ cereal ❃

WARNING!! contains topics of abuse.
Your heart couldn't stop pounding the entire 14 hours of the flight. Your mind wasn't even letting yourself have a second of relaxation as it replayed the same two words over and over again.

'Almost there. Almost there. Almost there.'

A dark-haired middle-aged woman sat to your right and was almost identical to your mental state. However, she took your shaking hands into her soft, gentle ones and rubbed her thumb over your knuckles as she whispered, "Honey, it's going to be okay."

A lump which had sat in the back of your throat since me and mom stepped foot into the airport in Richmond, Virginia prevented you from making any verbal sounds. You just nodded to your mom trying to keep yourself from mentally breaking down.

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The sound of your shaking feet hitting the ground reached your ears in mere seconds. A wave of relief flooded your mind. You were finally able to use your stinkin' lungs. Taking a deep breathe, the sweet smell of baked goods soared up your nose as you and your mom walked past multiple cafes which were located in the airport. You hardly noticed the amount of people in the Tokyo airport. You was just way too relieved.

'I did it. I escaped. From father.'

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"What even are these grades! I didn't raise this child to be fucking stupid!" a menacing voice shouted as papers were flown across the table and into the air. You looked up to see a foggy image of a tall figure which loomed over me. Glasses comfortably sat on his face, wrinkles appeared on his forehead, and his eyes had a look as if it could kill instantly. Your cheeks were streaming hot with tears as the rest of your body began to shake uncontrollably. A huge lump in your throat formed prohibiting me to speak.

As you made eye contact with the ominous figure above you, you felt cold hands make contact with your already hot face. Your knees, already weak, gave out making you fall onto the tile of the kitchen floor. All you felt on my face was a wet sting.

"If you were my child, you wouldn't be RANKED #6 IN THE MOTHERFUCKING CLASS!" your father yelled as you saw, out of the corner of your eye, an arm coming at you with overwhelming speed and power.

"NO, HAROLD STOP. PLEASE," a feeble voice exclaimed stifling a couple sobs. A shaking body covered your helpless self.

"SHE'S SIX YEARS OLD! What do you expect!!"

"WE ARE (L/N)s. SHE IS HUMILIATING ME."

"I don't care!!! If you hurt her, you hurt me!"

"Aw, how cute. WELL I DON'T GIVE A SHIT," your father mocked and in seconds you heard a yelp from your mom as your father violently kicked her out of the way.

"MOM," you managed to mumble out.

"Ahhh. Now you can speak," an aura approached you picking you up violently and thrusting you into the ground once again. You peer down at your hands to discover that they were uncontrollably shaking.

"You're so helpless without your little mommy, huh?" your father smirked and said slowly walking towards you.

'Please s-someone. Anyone. H-help' you thought as you moved your gaze towards the kitchen table. A foggy image of a soft yellowish-brownish color came into view as if it was out of place from the destructiveness of the current scene. It stuck out to you. It looked like a breathe of fresh air in this suffocating situation. You focused your wandering eyes on the image trying to make out what this angelic object was. Using most of you effort, you could finally make out what the object on the kitchen table was.

Waffles. It was waffles. You shut your eyes tightly prepared for the pain.