INTRODUCTION
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(Y/N) jumped out of her unconscious state, the screaming of her newborn baby screeching in her ears. Slowly, she turned over to the little boy.
"Hey, hey... Megumi-chan, mama's right here..." she soothed, rubbing his belly softly.
With care, (Y/N) reached over to the nightstand behind her grabbing a formula bottle the boys' father had prepared only a few minutes ago. Soft warmth wafting off the plastic. Taking him in her arms, she sat up and stuck the tip into his toothless little mouth.
He sucked for only a few seconds— silencing his screams.
"Y'sure you're done? You've been eating less and less lately."
Megumi's cries resumed, she had assumed he needed to be changed due to the heaviness in his diaper. With a sigh (Y/N) changed him with heavy eyelids.
Silence at last, Megumi was fast asleep in her king-sized bed. (Y/N) glanced at the digital clock sitting by the nightstand.
5:42 a.m.
Usually, (Y/N) would wake up when her children woke up— around 7 a.m. However, her mind was awakened by the crying child she had just put asleep.
(Y/N) had two children, two month old Megumi and two year old Tsumiki. Tsumiki had her own room, and would often help her mama with various chores best she could. Even though (Y/N) was technically the step mother to little Tsumiki.
Her father had slept with her mother and after she was born, she had tracked him down just to drop little Tsumiki on him. (Y/N) carried Megumi inside her, still suffering the aftermath of the childbirth.
"You awake?" a rougher hushed voice peeked into the bedroom.
(Y/N) lit up at the sound, and rushed over to the door. The large man that stood in the doorway melted into her arms, holding her against him. His large form swallowed her body.
"I'm so glad you're back, Toji."
Their lips met in a loving embrace, (Y/N) on her tiptoes to reach them. Breaking the connection only to have their lips meet again and again. Being left with the aftertaste of bittersweet coffee.
Toji murmured against her mouth, "G'morning love. I'll stay a while, so don't cry."
The woman didn't realize she was crying until his thumb met the wetness of her cheek. All she could do was smile and nod. Quietly, she egged him into the bed where their son slept to sleep.
Neither of them were tired, but they bathed in each other's warmth under the comforter. Toji leaves soft kisses on Megumi's face, only to kiss (Y/N) once more.
Falling asleep in her arms, as she fell asleep in his. Bliss.
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Years passed, Tsumiki grew up little by little and is going to elementary school. Her little brother is almost four years old and gnawing on his spoon.
"You're supposed to eat the apple sauce, not the spoon, Gumi." (Y/N) told the toddler, her legs tucked under the coffee table they both sat at.
Megumi spoke with the spoon still in his mouth, "I know, it feels funny in my mouf."
She could only laugh, fast little footsteps rushed down the hallway.
"Slow down, you'll trip!" (Y/N) called after her eldest who was frantically gathering her things for school.
Tsumiki wore a pink suspender dress with short sleeves, her bright red back back thrown by the entryway. She had both (Y/N) and Megumi's attention as she dashed back and forth getting her books and shoving them into her bag.
"Your lunch is in the fridge, the blue one!" she called out to her daughter, Megumi tugging on her arm.
"Mama, I want a bento too! Can I have a bento too?"
Tsumiki yelled out a thanks before running out the door. (Y/N) was used to Tsumiki running out the apartment like that, so she always packed extra lunch inside her bento.
"Mama! I wanna bento too!" Megumi yelled out again, the spoon once in his mouth gone.
(Y/N) looked back at him, "Yes yes, I'll get you a bento when it's lunchtime, okay?"
Megumi wasn't as big of an eater as his sister was, he was a lot more frail and shy. He didn't eat a lot as a baby, nights wasted with nothing but his cries.
He was the first real baby (Y/N) had ever handled, she didn't have money for any parenting classes nor did Toji ever provide her with any insight (not that he had any). (Y/N) was constantly paranoid about his health.
"Mamaaa! Stop spacing out!" Megumi exclaimed once more, shaking her again.
(Y/N) furrowed her brows a little, "That hurts, don't do it so hard, Gumi."
"Sorry..." he sighed, sitting back down, "When's daddy comin' back?"
Her breath got held up in her throat, clenching her jaw.
The mother sighed, "I don't know, he'll come back eventually though. I know it."
Toji hadn't returned home in almost a year, (Y/N) longed for him desperately. When he did return it was only for a few days, dropping off savings money for his wife to live off of.
Little Megumi took another bite of his applesauce, "You really love daddy don't ya?"
"Yes, I miss him so much. I feel so lost without him sometimes." (Y/N) confessed quietly.
The fuzzy haired boy huffed, "D'you love him more than me?"
She couldn't help but laugh a little, "No of course not, you and your sister are my first priority. Daddy loves you both very much too."
Comfortable silence filled the air, nothing but the quiet clattering of Megumi's plastic spoon on his bowl. He stopped eating to ask his mom a question.
"Why d'you love him so much if he never takes care of us?"
Toji Fushiguro, formally Toji Zen'in never believed in love. He believed in sticking his dick into whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He didn't look half bad, was built nicely, and had a delinquent air to him. Being a ladies man, he never had an issue with being unsatisfied.
He didn't owe his loyalty to anyone, marriage was stupid and pointless.
(Y/N) (L/N) on the other hand was ordinary for the most part. Average scoring highschool girl who somehow got into a somewhat prestigious college. Above average looks, and a small boat of confidence.
"What's your name, pretty lady?"
Toji leaned over the much smaller appearing (Y/N), sitting in her chain gathering her notes from the lecture that had just ended. There wasn't anybody around, they were almost alone together.
She grimaced, "You smell really bad."
"Huh?"
(Y/N) stood up swiftly, quickly walking out of the room and up the stairs before he could continue to chase. The entire thing caught her off guard. She'd had experience with people trying to flirt with her, but never some weird stinky man! Stay in your league!
Unbeknownst to her, he could catch up extremely easily. Instead he was busy bringing his tight fit shirt up to his nose to sniff it.
"Damn... I do smell bad."
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It was dark, street lamps illuminated the streets inside the silent neighborhood. The only thing (Y/N) could hear was the quiet humming of the lights above her and the patter of her shoes hitting the sidewalk. Uneasiness filled her stomach for whatever reason, but she just deemed it as stress from school.
Her apartment loomed over her, the lights on the wall hummed with electricity. Moth's and other various bugs flapping around it. Unlocking the door to her apartment room she took off her shoes and face planted straight into bed.
(Y/N) couldn't sleep with this terrible uneasiness, the feeling she was being watched. She couldn't shake the feeling, it only grew more and infected her chest. Was it the upcoming test? Was she hungry?
No, she was being watched.
'First floor, Miyatoko Apartments, room 107' scribbled on to a small slip of paper, a blue ballpoint pen.
Toji Fushiguro never believed in love, he believed in getting what he wanted. And what he wanted was (Y/N) (L/N).
She was asleep, the exhaustion finally letting her body and nervousness rest. Her stomach against the futon under her, while her previous outfit remained on her. Toji followed her home, and he had planned to use it to threaten her later, but the moonlight hit her unconscious face.
Moonlit features, she looked godsent.
Beauty.
Toji didn't know the feeling bubbling inside his chest, but he knew one thing... He wanted her, and he was obsessed with the girl that blatantly insulted him. Toji was a sick and selfish piece of shit, he knew that and embraced it. He didn't deserve a smart and pretty girl, especially nobody like (Y/N)...
But that only made the fire inside him grow as he watched her, slowly breathing against the cloth of her pillow.
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"You again?"
(Y/N) stood in the doorway of the coffee shop she had breakfast at, Toji sitting on a bench near the entrance. He didn't speak at first, the eye contact the two held only made the girl uncomfortable, but she couldn't help but get lost in his deep green orbs.
The glass door behind her moved, and she swiftly got out of the way for the person behind her. After a few seconds of hesitation, she sat down on the same bench Toji sat down on.
"I dislike casual sex, that's why I wasn't interested." (Y/N) explained herself, taking a sip of the warm coffee in her hand.
Toji leaned over a little, "Wasn't? Are you interested now?"
"No."
"How old are you anyways? Over 18 right?"
(Y/N) sighed, "I'm 19, and you look like you're 56."
"I'm only 32! Give me a break!"
She laughed at his sudden outburst, and his heart nearly stopped at her voice.
Who was this woman? Who was she, making his heart feel like this? At first he felt angry, this foreign feeling inside him made him confused and paranoid. His stomach felt light, and all his muscles felt at ease.
(Y/N) poked his arm softly, it was cold so he wore a thicker sweater over himself.
"Y'spacing out? Have you had breakfast yet? I'll buy you a scone," she smiled, and he couldn't help but smile right back at her.
"How about I buy you something instead?"
She declined with another sip of her drink, "No, thank you though."
Toji sighed, he really wanted to keep talking to her. The last thing he wanted was to be forgettable, but why was he feeling this way... He'd never care over the women he slept with or wanted to sleep with, so why was she any different.
Why was she so special?
He's seen far prettier, far nicer girls than (Y/N). For some unknown reason, she seemed to outshine them all. He wanted to talk to her more and he wanted to see her laugh again. Toji just couldn't seem to get enough of it.
Suddenly, he perked up, "Hey, after school d'ya wanna go somewhere? Like a restaurant or something?"
(Y/N) sipped her cup again, "I have a part time job that ends late, also I told you I'm not interested in casual se-"
"Sex isn't part of it, it's just cause you seem like decent company. Well, any company of a pretty lady is great."
His smile was cheeky, (Y/N) couldn't help but get lost in his features, "Sure, this weekend I don't work. Does that sound okay?"
"Yeah, sounds great."
Not even three months into their 'relationship' and (Y/N) realized she was pregnant. They weren't being safe enough regarding any kind of birth control, but Toji had different intentions behind her pregnancy. It wasn't just a result of that night, but it meant (Y/N) wouldn't be able to leave him.
Toji didn't care how harmful that mindset was, as long as she didn't leave his side. He didn't need to worry.
//: sorry for all the time skips, I really wanted to get into the nitty gritty of it all ykykyk