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Back to work, now. If he doesn’t do it for this family, no one else certainly will.
Back to work, now. If he doesn’t do it for this family, no one else certainly will.
He doesn’t have time for it. Holding it together is the only option.
Megumi sniffs, his lips quivering, squeezing his eyes tight as he sucks in a shaky breath. Let it go. Will it away. 𝘗𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.
Once his eyes open, long black lashes damp +
He doesn’t have time for it. Holding it together is the only option.
Megumi sniffs, his lips quivering, squeezing his eyes tight as he sucks in a shaky breath. Let it go. Will it away. 𝘗𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.
Once his eyes open, long black lashes damp +
Fuck. He learned such words from his father, the man who forced him to grow up far too fast. All the concepts far beyond his appropriate comprehension, packed into his tiny body until he feels +
Fuck. He learned such words from his father, the man who forced him to grow up far too fast. All the concepts far beyond his appropriate comprehension, packed into his tiny body until he feels +
When did he start crying?
Tears roll down Megumi’s face, first one, then two, then seemingly thousands. The small droplets contain every emotion he’s afraid to face; the fear, the anger, the pain. He feels all of it, but simultaneously, none of it. +
When did he start crying?
Tears roll down Megumi’s face, first one, then two, then seemingly thousands. The small droplets contain every emotion he’s afraid to face; the fear, the anger, the pain. He feels all of it, but simultaneously, none of it. +
He knows all too well, too, that it’s his escape. At any moment he could come clean to an another adult, strip himself and show them the way his “daddy” uses him, shows him his +
He knows all too well, too, that it’s his escape. At any moment he could come clean to an another adult, strip himself and show them the way his “daddy” uses him, shows him his +
Well if that were so, wouldn’t he be more careful? Megumi knows the risks. He knows if these marks were to be +
Well if that were so, wouldn’t he be more careful? Megumi knows the risks. He knows if these marks were to be +
It’s the only time he’s thankful for his father’s drinking problem.
“Thankful” might seem a twisted reaction, but to Megumi it’s the best he can hope for. He can scarcely remember the last time his body was unblemished, his mind filled with pure thoughts +
It’s the only time he’s thankful for his father’s drinking problem.
“Thankful” might seem a twisted reaction, but to Megumi it’s the best he can hope for. He can scarcely remember the last time his body was unblemished, his mind filled with pure thoughts +
Those are the nights Megumi actually gets some +
Those are the nights Megumi actually gets some +
Shockingly, it goes on smoothly, a little going a long way. That must be what the words “full coverage” mean on the bottle. He’ll have to find a way to get his own— he can’t have Tsumiki suspecting anything.
One mark down, an incomprehensible amount +
Shockingly, it goes on smoothly, a little going a long way. That must be what the words “full coverage” mean on the bottle. He’ll have to find a way to get his own— he can’t have Tsumiki suspecting anything.
One mark down, an incomprehensible amount +
Not at this age. Not so young.
He applies the thick, skin colored cream to his neck, wincing as he covers as much of the traces of his father’s +
Not at this age. Not so young.
He applies the thick, skin colored cream to his neck, wincing as he covers as much of the traces of his father’s +
Something else for Yoshiki to guide him through.
Something else for Yoshiki to guide him through.
The white hair. The impossibly blue eyes. The self-assured cocky grin that immediately spikes Megumi’s blood pressure for, shamefully, more than one reason.
“D-dad?”
“No no, Megumin. Tonight you can refer to me as Hollow.” He grabs +
The white hair. The impossibly blue eyes. The self-assured cocky grin that immediately spikes Megumi’s blood pressure for, shamefully, more than one reason.
“D-dad?”
“No no, Megumin. Tonight you can refer to me as Hollow.” He grabs +
Until the door is slowly pushed open and Megumi’s heart is stuck in his throat.
Because +
Until the door is slowly pushed open and Megumi’s heart is stuck in his throat.
Because +
Even when he makes it to the door of the hotel room he’d been given, Megumi’s only tremble slightly from excitement. He should be more nervous.
He should probably be afraid. At least a little.
Instead he knocks on the door, smooths +
Even when he makes it to the door of the hotel room he’d been given, Megumi’s only tremble slightly from excitement. He should be more nervous.
He should probably be afraid. At least a little.
Instead he knocks on the door, smooths +
It’s the whole reason he’s throwing caution to the wind and +
It’s the whole reason he’s throwing caution to the wind and +
But he really feels a special connection +
But he really feels a special connection +