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with suddenly forgotten tears, Megumi’s stoic expression scans his skin in the mirror.

Back to work, now. If he doesn’t do it for this family, no one else certainly will.
September 15, 2025 at 8:08 PM
he could burst.

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 +
September 15, 2025 at 8:08 PM
It all washes down the drain of the bathroom sink, tinged beige with foundation.

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 +
September 15, 2025 at 8:08 PM
“love.” But—

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. +
September 15, 2025 at 8:08 PM
seen outside their home he’d be whisked away, and who knows what would become of his father.

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 +
September 15, 2025 at 8:08 PM
typical of children, and not burdened by the concerns of “adult things” that he’s been reassured time and time again are because “he’s just so perfect, so loved.”

Well if that were so, wouldn’t he be more careful? Megumi knows the risks. He knows if these marks were to be +
September 15, 2025 at 8:08 PM
sleep, too.

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 +
September 15, 2025 at 8:08 PM
to go, and Megumi has to be on his way to school in no less than 15 minutes. On rare occasions this isn’t part of his routine— occasions like when his father is passed out somewhere, too drunk to be home before morning.

Those are the nights Megumi actually gets some +
September 15, 2025 at 8:08 PM
brand as he can manage.

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 +
September 15, 2025 at 8:08 PM
scratch, and bruise littering his pale skin, each one a sickening obstacle he’s not in the least bit prepared to take on.

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 +
September 15, 2025 at 8:08 PM
at the way it makes ‘Hikaru’ hard between his legs. Also a new sensation.

Something else for Yoshiki to guide him through.
September 7, 2025 at 10:54 PM
Megumi firmly by the waist, tugging until he stumbles and lands against his solid body. “Satoru. Daddy~” He chuckles, dragging Megumi behind him and letting the heavy door shut behind them. “Whatever feels right when I’m fucking you, Bunny.”
July 31, 2025 at 6:29 PM
the man he’s looking at is familiar.

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 +
July 31, 2025 at 6:29 PM
the fabric of his pleated skirt in the front, adjust the thigh high stockings where they squeeze around his plump thighs. He waits, and for a beat he worries the man isn’t even in there.

Until the door is slowly pushed open and Megumi’s heart is stuck in his throat.

Because +
July 31, 2025 at 6:29 PM
meeting up like this to begin with.

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 +
July 31, 2025 at 6:29 PM
with this guy. Never mind that he still doesn’t know his real name or even what his face looks like. The only real image he has is from the man’s waist down and he can definitely confirm he likes what he sees.

It’s the whole reason he’s throwing caution to the wind and +
July 31, 2025 at 6:29 PM
until one day they make plans to meet up in person. Megumi knows he should be more weary. Internet safety, stranger danger, all that. But he’s young and reckless. He’s owning it. If he gets murdered, well, then he gets murdered.

But he really feels a special connection +
July 31, 2025 at 6:29 PM