Six years ago, L/N Y/N wouldn't exactly say that she loves her life. It had always been problematic but her best friend, Miya Atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to Hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn't change it for the worl...
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Being on the receiving end of Atsuhiko's displeasure was something you never wanted to experience again. However, despite being upset over recent events, you couldn't help but feel this was all your fault to begin with. Maybe, if you had just been honest to the twins from the very start when they had bombarded you with questions on the whereabouts of their missing father then maybe, you wouldn't be going through such an experience once again, this time though, no one could break through Atsuhiko's built up walls.
Ever since the bomb that Atsumu had dropped on Atsuhiko of you keeping them a secret from their own father, your little boy refused to talk to you. If it wasn't for his twin brother, he wouldn't have bothered to visit the hospital knowing that you would be present within the vicinity. Apparently, it took Reiji a while to persuade the little boy to agree to even visit his twin. Even so, your little boy avoided you and it broke your heart, the vision of his betrayed features that day at the Sports Complex, repeating in your mind like a broken record.
Atsuhiro, despite being upset by what his brother shared, thankfully, didn't give you the silent treatment like his brother had. Though he had voiced his displeasure of what had come to light, he only claimed that he didn't want to see you sad too.
You had asked everyone in attendance in the hospital room that morning, prior to Reiji arriving with Atsuhiko, that when they were to arrive, they were to leave you with the twins. Knowing that coming clean probably wouldn't change a thing to Atsuhiko's behavior towards you. It was better than nothing. You also knew that if Atsuhiko were to protest, you were positive that Atsuhiro could plead with his brother to stay.
Now there you were, seated next to Atsuhiro on the hospital bed with him huddled closer to your side, awaiting the other twin to arrive with Reiji.
You lowered your head, resting your chin atop of his head as the two of you watch his current favorite anime in Asuma's tablet that he lent to the little boy to keep him occupied during his stay in the hospital. Aside from the company of his uncles, he enjoys the amount of shows his Uncle Asuma had downloaded for him to watch when visiting hours are over or when Asuma was around to visit, the two of them sharing interests in various anime films.
The sound of the door sliding open interrupted your thoughts and brought your attention over to the little boy that had entered. The very sight was enough to clench your heart. As the hospital door slid shut, the little boy by the door let out a heartbreaking cry before rushing himself over to bed where you and his brother occupied, climbing himself onto the mattress and throwing his arms around you. It only took a few seconds to feel his tears dampening your t-shirt, and you let your own tears fall.
"Mommy, I—I'm sorry!" He cries out, his grip around your neck tightening as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, his voice becoming muffled from his actions, "I don't hate you, mommy! I don't! I don't! I'm sorry for being a bad boy!"
Your own arms find their way around his tiny body, pulling him closer to a much more comfortable position. "It's okay, baby."
"Please don't be angry with me, mommy." He sobs against your neck and you try your best to soothe him by rubbing his back to calm him down. You press a kiss to the top of his head before pulling him away from your body which he protests at first by tightening his grip around your neck but when you had succeeded, you cupped his face in your hands and stroked his cheeks with the pads of your thumb. Your own gaze growing glossy from the tears that had formed from all the emotions you were feeling at that very moment. "Love me, mommy?"
