soumeada/kazukoma oneshots

conversion therapy⚪️

(tw: mental/emotional abuse, physical abuse, homophobia)

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i slid down the wall and held myself, to make sure i didn't shake too much.

god i hate them

them being my parents

"hush, brat."

"you're practically useless. no...you are useless"

"you can't be sad, you have to keep your grades up."

"nagito, you cant be the centre of attention all the time."

"stop crying, you have no reason to cry."

god if it weren't for my happiness being bought, i'd run away. they always buy me pity items, like sketchbooks and what not.

a knock came on my door and i heard my dads voice follow

"nagito, i need to talk to you." he said, his voice soft but dark.

"y-yes sir." i stood up and opened my door.

my dad grabbed my face by jaw and glared.

"we've decided we're gonna fix you. you and that...problem will be no more." my dad said

the "problem" being i like boys.

i nodded but didn't look him in the eyes.

"you know i love you right? you're my son." dad asked. i just nodded and started to bite my lip.

"h-how are we going to f-f-fix it?" i asked

"i know someone who knows a good conversion camp. we'll send you there for 5 months." dad said. i nodded again and looked at my feet.

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my dad pushed me against the wall and glared down at me.

"you're disgusting, you fucking disgrace." he snapped

i nodded and looked at him

"im disgusting. i'm a disgrace." i looked him in the eyes.

"good. you need to be fixed. i'll get you fixed."

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conversion camp

that's a word my dad has thrown around for a few days.

he wouldn't, would he?

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he did.

i'm going tomorrow and staying for 5 months.

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i set my stuff down in my cabin and looked around. for a disgusting organisation, this is a nice cabin.

i had a roommate but he wasn't here yet. god i hate it here. i started to cry softly, but i soon heard my door click open.