1AN: This is a sister fic to my TRC AU 私に薬の 主人を呼んではいけない. You don't need to read that story to understand this one and they can both be read as stand alones. That being said, this fic takes place 18 years before the start of 私に薬の 主人を呼んではいけない and focuses on Seishiro and Subaru and how they became the couple we see in the main story.
Please keep in mind that the dynamics in this AU are very similar to TB cannon and so will contain underaged material as well as major character death. I don't usually write this sort of thing and it's not meant to be sexy. I want to show how Subaru and Seishiro push and pull against each other and work things out into a long term relationship stemming from the initial abuse.
While the legal age of consent in japan is 13 and Subaru is older than that by a few years, I still feel the need to tag this fic as such.
There are minor mentions of suicide in regards to side characters but other than that this story is no better or worse then cannon in regards to triggers.
I do not own any of CLAMP's characters. Please enjoy!
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Seishiro tucked the glock that was on his bedside table into the back waistband of his sweats before heading to the front door. Either he had some annoying Mormons to glare down or unwanted company.
Given the shit that had gone down last night?
He wanted to be prepared in either case.
Seishiro checked the peephole and frowned in confusion when he was only able to catch the top of someone's head—that confusion only grew when he picked up on a soft voice whispering something in a soothing tone before there was another knock on the door.
Unlocking the door, he pulled it open and his confusion tripled when he found that there were two kids on the other side of his door. His little brother was holding some doe-eyed boy's hand, looking absolutely pitiful.
Said doe-eyed boy's cheeks flushed bright red as his eyes scanned Seishiro up and down—lingering on his shirtless torso a little longer than was probably appropriate—before snapping down to focus on the floor in front of him.
Interesting.
Fuuma was not at all bothered by his disheveled and half naked appearance and Seishiro found himself with his brother giving one of his legs a quick hug before flashing him a toothy grin that only served to make him look even more pitiful, given the tears and snot smears.
Before Seishio had a chance to ask Fuuma why he was here and not at home, the doe eyed boy bowed slightly and started to stutter out an apology.
"I am really sorry if we caught you at a bad time." The boy straightened back up to his full height but kept his eyes focused on the ground between them and Seishiro found the corner of his lip curling. "My name is Subaru Sumeragi. My little brother is friends with Fuuma and when my sister and I went to pick him up today, it seems like Fuuma's mother was running late again. I stayed back to wait with him—"
Seishiro didn't even need to listen to the rest—that whore didn't show up, obviously—and Fuuma had given the boy his older brother's address…
Perfect.
He would have to have words with their father. Again. It was time to cut that one loose. Fuuma was more than old enough, now.
"—well, there was no one at the house and Fuuma told me that you live here, and well… here we are. I'm really very sorry!" Subaru bowed again—this time all the way down to the waist and Seishiro found himself sighing.
"Why are you apologizing to me?" Seishiro found himself asking without much thought and quickly followed it up. "My family has inconvenienced you. Thank you for seeing him here safely."
The pleasantries were recited with a practiced grace. Seishiro offered the boy a smile and watched his cheeks flash an even brighter red.
He had no idea why he found this child to be so interesting—but Seishiro was almost tempted to invite the boy in. His striking green eyes were soft and curious and for whatever reason, he was blushing up a storm. Figure slim and lanky—expected, given his young age of course—but overall beautiful in a way you didn't often see.
Kind, as well.
An innocent kindness that would likely come to bite this boy, eventually.
Seishiro could make sure of it if he lingered too long and continued to pique his curiosity.
"Oh, it was no bother at all." Subaru raised both his hands up in front of him and waved them disarmingly as he smiled down at Fuuma, his brother returning the grin and stepping closer to Subaru again.
Seishiro very rarely listened to a single thing his brother said and he tuned out whatever it was this time, as well. Though he listened very carefully to Subaru's response and he watched the boy like a hawk as bent over and gave Fuuma a tight squeeze—his eyes lingering on how nice he looked bent over in that uniform.
"Any time, little guy. You have my number now, so if you ever need me, just call, ok? I'm always happy to help." Subaru fished a handkerchief out of his bag, mopped at the mess on Fuuma's face and ruffled the younger child's hair before straightening and turning his attention back to Seishiro.
He blushed again—as though having forgotten that Seishiro was half undressed—but lovely green eyes held his own as he spoke. "If it's ok to leave him here with you, I have to catch the next bus back over to Shinjuku."
Normally, Seishiro would have simply thanked him, ushered his kid brother inside and thought nothing more of it. That would be a shame, though, considering how unique this child was. So instead, he hummed low in his throat and asked him a question. "Do you live all the way over there?"
That was on the other side of the city and Seishiro may didn't frequent public transit—but it would be quite the commute for such a delicate thing to make at night.
Alone.
To a bad neighborhood, no less.
"Yes." Subaru nodded once and Seishiro hummed again—it really had been an inconvenience, making the fact that the boy had ventured all the way out here all the more impressive. Surely, he could have alerted one of the school officials rather than taking the time to run Fuuma all the way out here.
"Give me a moment and I'll drive you." Again, Seishiro found himself speaking without thinking—though he didn't necessarily regret the offer.
Not when the boy's cheeks were heating up again and his eyes grew impossibly wide. "T—that's ok. I don't want to be a bother and I am sure that Fuuma is getting hungry and—"
"Good point. We'll grab dinner on the way, my treat. You must be hungry as well." Seishiro smiled to reassure the boy and stepped away from the door, retreating back into the apartment—a silent order to follow, leaving no room for argument.
Fuuma grabbed Subaru's hand and tugged him in with the same hyperactive enthusiasm he always seemed to have and that was that.
Seishiro was very interested in Subaru—and dinner was the perfect excuse to observe this kitten.
Well aware of the fact that there was still a glock tucked into the back of his sweats, he ignored the boy's surprised gasp as he continued down the hall. Closing himself into his room, he listened to the faint sound of Fuuma's ever present chatter right up until he got into the shower.
When he shut the water off and came back out to the main bedroom, he could still hear them in the living room—a soft whisper of Subaru's calm tone answered by a far less excited Fuuma.
Interesting.
Grabbing his phone off the charger next to the bed, Seishiro shot his father a quick text letting him know that he had Fuuma—the whore didn't pick up him again—and that he was going to take him to get a quick bite and run an errand before dropping him off at the house.
He didn't wait for a response before tucking his cell and wallet into the back pocket of his slacks and pulled on a sweater. When he headed back out of his room and up the hallway, he found his lip curling into another smile.
Subaru and Fuuma were sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table—the second grader frowning over a worksheet from school that Subaru was helping him with. "Try underlining the question."
"But how am I supposed to know? I hate story problems!" Fuuma whined dramatically and Subaru's soft smile really suited the delicate features of his face.
Well—Seishiro thought so, anyways. How anyone could smile at his brother's obnoxious whining was beyond him, but it was a nice look, nonetheless.
"Just like this… I will read you the paragraph and you tell me which sentence is the question." Subaru borrowed the pencil from Fuuma and the child scowled down at the page as the older boy started to read—pointing at each word with the tip of the pencil as he said them aloud.
Something about boys and girls and if there would be enough apples—Seishiro was about as interested in the whole thing as Fuuma was, but he watched them work, nonetheless.
Fuuma pointed and Subaru smiled again. "Very good! Now that we know the question, we can read it again to find the information we need to solve the question. I like to circle it so it's easy to find again."
"This is too hard!" Fuuma whined again and Subaru shook his head back and forth.
Seishiro watched as Subaru all but held his brother's hand and walked him through the obnoxiously simple math problem step by step for the next 15 minutes. While the subject matter was beyond boring—the patience Subaru had was interesting enough.
It wasn't until he walked out of the dark hallway and into the well lit living room that either of the boys noticed him and Subaru froze mid sentence as they locked eyes.
Fear?
Well—the gun should have spooked the little kitten.
It was a scary thing and Subaru should be much more careful about who he associated with—what houses he wandered up to, after all.
There was more to that look, though—his rigid posture oozed unease, of course—but those green eyes were curious.
So so very curious.
Seishiro leaned against the wall next to the large flat screen and smiled again, hoping to seem friendly. He was good at playing nice when the urge struck him—and he wondered how far he would need to push this act to have the kitten eating out of the palm of his hand.
"You're kind enough to bring him home and now you're even helping him with his school work? How can I ever repay you?" Seishiro chuckled and Subaru blinked at him. Unsure and confused, most likely.
He had to wonder what exactly was going on behind those large green eyes.
"I don't mind. If I was home, I would be doing this with my own little brother." Subaru smiled so brightly that he had to close his eyes and as interesting as he found his eyes—this, too, was a nice look on his boyish face.
"Don't you have to go home and help your own brother, still?" Honestly, Seishiro didn't really care—but he wanted to hear Subaru talk.
It wasn't often that he cared enough to learn more about someone—but he had to know if he really was as 'sugar and spice' as he seemed—or if it was an act.
Was he afraid or friendly? Was he playing nice or was he trying to rationalize away in his own mind what he had seen. Perhaps convince himself that he hadn't seen the glock? Perhaps rationalize that Seishiro must have a good reason? Or was he terrified and just trying not to anger the older man?
Seishiro wanted to get to the bottom of it before he let the child go.
"Oh, no. My sister will help him. I already let her know I would be home a little later." Subaru glanced back down at the worksheet and upon finding Fuuma working quietly on the next problem, he refocused his attention back onto the older man.
"A brother and a sister?" Again—Seishiro could care less about his family, but the subtle smile that settled over the boy's features was well worth the effort of asking.
Why would Subaru be telling him about his family if he was afraid?
"I have a twin sister and a little brother just younger than Fuuma… Do you—" Subaru's hesitated as though he were worried he might be overstepping. "Do you and Fuuma have any more siblings?"
"No. It's just us." Subaru nodded at his answer and looked down at his hands. Seishiro waited a moment before he himself pushed off the wall and stepped closer to the pair. "Twin sister, hm? That must be interesting. Do you two look like?"
That earned him an awkward laugh and Subaru looked up again to watch him cross the room. "People ask us if we're identical twins a lot… even though she's a girl and I obviously a boy."
"Obviously?" He teased, and Subaru's eyes went wonderfully wide again as he pulled the slider open—ignoring his reaction completely. "Care to join me?"
Subaru blinked once, twice—then his mind seemed to catch up with him. "Oh um… I don't smoke…"
"No, but I didn't want to ditch you with the 7 year old. We can talk while he finishes up his schoolwork, then we will get going." Seishiro was careful to phrase his suggestion in a way that Subaru would feel rude for declining—and it worked like a charm.
The boy climbed to his feet with surprising grace and smiled softly as he stepped past him onto the balcony. For it being early fall, the weather was surprisingly agreeable and the soft breeze that floated through the air was warm enough that the lithe boy didn't seem chilly.
It wasn't as though Seshiro couldn't lend the kitten a sweater if he started shivering.
Seishiro pulled the sliding glass door closed to muffle their conversation and watched as Subaru admired the view with childish wonder. Curious eyes scanned the Tokyo skyline that was backlit by the sunset, leaning as far over the railing of the balcony as would be considered safe.
"Wow."
Seishiro had seen it hundreds of times by now and generally wasn't a stop-and-smell-the-roses kinda guy. Saying so would no doubt only serve to make the boy uncomfortable, so instead, he hummed in agreement and leaned back against the same railing while he lit a cigarette.
A silence fell between the two of them and Seishiro couldn't tell you if it was a comfortable one or not. Subaru was scanning the view and seemed perfectly content at first—and the older man was just as content watching him.
Seishiro was about halfway finished with his cigarette when Subaru seemed to get lost in thought—his expression having slowly settled into one of worry. Clenched jaw, furrowed brows and slightly narrowed eyes tipping off his distress.
When he finished his first cigarette and lit a second, the boy didn't seem to notice one way or the other and Seishiro had to wonder where his mind had taken him. "Something wrong?"
Green eyes looked from the skyline down to the street below and Seishiro watched him open his mouth to answer, only to snap it shut again. He repeated that action a few times before Subaru finally managed to answer.
"I don't want to overstep… I know I am just a kid and all but... " the boy's words trailed off and he turned to look at Seishiro.
He just silently waited for the kitten to continue. Subaru was scanning his features, trying to get a read on him, most likely, and he found that very amusing. Seishiro didn't know this kitten well enough to make an educated guess as to what he could say next—and he was intrigued by the child's intentions.
"Is Fuuma ok here with you? I can take him with if… um…" Green eyes looked back down and Subaru looked as though he instantly regretted the words that had just left his mouth.
If he wasn't 'safe' what did this little kitten plan on doing about it?
"What makes you think he would not be ok?" Seishiro kept his tone emotionless and stood up to his full height as he took another long drag off of his cigarette—blowing the smoke out above Subaru's head while he down looked at him through half lidded eyes.
To his surprise—that beautiful child did not shrink back at the staredown. The look from earlier, the one he had flashed when Seishiro had re-entered the room, was back—this time, he was certain it was fear and yet the boy did not back down.
"The gun." Subaru might have whispered but didn't look away.
Again… what did this kitten plan to do against a gun, anyway?
"What about it?" Seishiro took another long drag—this time he blew it directly into the boy's face and while he coughed, he didn't otherwise react.
If anything, he seemed to pack even more courage into his next answer and Seishiro again found his lips curling into a pleased smile. "Are you a police officer or something?"
"No."
Subaru frowned at him for nearly a minute and Seishiro only looked away to tap the ash into the nearby ashtray. He could see the boy's mind racing behind those green eyes and the faster it raced, the more intrigued Seishiro became.
This brave little kitten was really naive enough to get between someone who was bigger, older and stronger than him because he thought there might be some sort of danger for Fuuma?
Seishiro had lived his life thus far thinking that senseless chivalry and honor were dead in this world. If there was anything he had learned—it was that humans were self servicing, vile creatures—they never did anything if there was not something in it for themselves in the end.
Such was human nature.
And yet… here was sweet Subaru… in knots over some perceived danger to some random kid.
"I can take him with me… I'll just leave a note with his mother, so she doesn't worry." Subaru offered after a few minutes.
Seishiro didn't know what he had assumed—it didn't really matter, he supposed. It seemed that sweet Subaru may be naive—but at least he wasn't dumb. He understood the difference between them, given that offer. Seishiro may not get to put the boy in his place physically—but the game was far from over.
"You don't need to bother with a note. That woman won't even notice he's missing, I can assure you." He watched as shock washed over those delicate features and he couldn't help that his mind wandered to all the things he could do that would shock this beautifully naive, overly kind boy.
"W—why wouldn't she…" He finally looked down and shock turned to sadness.
So many feelings in such a short amount of time.
All of them more interesting and lovely than the last.
"I can almost guarantee you that that woman is higher than a kite and forgot him. Again." Seishiro made a point of looking in through the sliding glass door at his brother.
Fuuma was good at taking care of himself, just like Seishiro had been. His own mother had been a waste of oxygen, as well—he could attest that you just figured it out one way or another.
Granted, the kid was quite a bit more sensitive than he himself had been at that age—but his mother hadn't lost it until 'father dearest' had gotten a new favorite plaything and banished her to 'that house' three years ago.
That was usually when they broke. They had all expected it. She had kept it together long enough for that brat to be almost normal save for his new tendency to 'snap' into fits of rage and trash anything he could get his grubby fingers on.
"I—I didn't know… I'm… I'm so sorry… about your mom…" The sweet kitten wrapped his arms around his own midsection protectively and Seishio half expected to see tears.
He found himself chuckling darkly and Subaru's attention snapped from what was going on indoors back to the older man. "I don't know why you're apologizing to me. That woman's not my mother and you didn't make her that way."
Green doe eyes blinked at him a few times before being turned back towards Fuuma. "I know it's not my fault but— but that's so sad. I hope your mom is nicer, though…"
Oh, this sweet kitten was just baiting him with answers like that.
"Well, since she's dead, she's less of a thorn in my side, that's for certain. Nice, though?." Seishiro took another long drag of his cigarette to cover his smile at Subaru's reaction and shrugged.
He was fun to play with.
"I'm—Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry—I—" Subaru covered his mouth with his hands and he really looked as though he were about to burst into tears, now.
Be it horror from stepping on so many of what he thought to be sore subjects in a row—or because the subject matter itself was upsetting—it didn't matter.
That was such a pure reaction and he was starting to convince Seishiro that he really might just have a soul as white as snow. He wanted to see how far he could push the boy. He might just be able to make him cry before he finished his cigarette.
Seishiro could only imagine how lovely those vibrant green eyes looked rimmed in red, how tears would highlight his full childlike cheeks… long wet lashes fluttering as he tried to blink his vision clear?
It would be breathtaking.
"You look like you're about to cry and you're apologizing for things that are not your fault." Raising his cigarette to his lips, he placed it in the corner and held it in place with a light pressure before taking a few steps forward.
The balcony wasn't huge and Subaru was not far. He reached for the kitten before he could think to back away and gripped his chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up so the boy would have no choice but to look him in the eye.
"Why is that?"
Seishiro heard the small gasp as Subaru's breath hitched, he watched as his cheeks started to heat up and he could see both fear and curiosity in those eyes again.
Subaru was definitely unique, there was no denying that.
"Because…" the kitten's voice shook and he paused to swallow. "That had to be so painful for you…"
Seishiro nodded once but didn't release his hold on Subaru's face—totally baffled by why he cared about a total stranger's pain. A stranger that, moments ago, he thought was going to hurt his own brother?
"Everybody dies. Why mourn for some woman you've never met?" That question seemed to stump the boy and Seishiro had no intention of letting him go until he answered.
He needed to know.
Was this child really just that purely innocent? Was he saying what he thought was expected of him? What motivated him?
"It's the living that carry the burdens of the dead. I'm not sad about a woman I have never met… I am sad because I see a human in front of me who has lost his mother and carries the scars of that loss." Subaru spoke as though that were the most natural thing in the world, and this time it was Seishiro who was unsure of how to respond.
Not that he carried any scars about his mother's death—he was about as detached from other humans and as heartless about it as it got. He took after his father in that regard and even though he had been younger than Fuuma when she had killed herself—he didn't cry for her. Didn't miss her.
She had died and that had been that.
None of that mattered when it came to this child's answer, though—there was no way for him to know what kind of unfeeling monster Seishiro was and there was no doubt he assumed that the older man carried scars from her death.
Seishiro released his hold on Subaru and put his cigarette out in the ashtray while he collected his thoughts. Subaru was watching him with such a piercing look that he may have almost believed that the boy saw through him—but if that was the case, he would know better than to feel sadness on a monster's behalf.
"If you spend all of your time worrying about other people's emotional scars, you will only earn yourself more misery. Before you burn out, learn to shut your empathy off or you won't have energy for the things in life that matter." Seishiro took a step back to give his kitten space.
He honestly hoped that Subaru didn't actually take his advice.
Nothing would please him more than watching his kitten break. The naive kindness of the boy was beautiful, sure—but he could shatter that if he wanted to. He could shatter it into a million pieces and use those beautiful shards to paint a gorgeous nightmare.
He would give the boy time, of course—that was only fair—but he was hoping he got to pick his sweet kitten apart piece by piece until there was nothing left to ruin.
If he took Seishiro's advice, he might just be able to save himself, though.
"Maybe—" Subaru smiled kindly at him and it was just another nail in his coffin. "—but I think that maybe, if people were more empathetic to other's struggles, that the world might just be a better place."
"Maybe." Seishiro agreed to end the debate before he accidentally showed his true intentions.
A topic for another time—perhaps after he had given Subaru enough time to escape if he knew what was good for him.
"But to answer your question—Fuuma is probably safer with me than anyone in Tokyo. You can always bring him to me."
Seishiro wasn't overly fond of the brat—but his father would have his skin if he turned the kid away. Fuuma was getting old enough now that he was tolerable—at least some of the time, anyway.
His mother was not going to stop being a piece of shit—and if it meant that his little kitten would be dropping by for visits?
He could watch Fuuma.
"I'm glad he has someone like you looking out for him." Subaru looked back towards the slider and watched Fuuma for a moment. It was a good thing he did so. Seishiro could not help the wolfish smile at the boy's naive statement and more thoughts of all the ways he would like to ruin him flashed across his mind. "Um… I hope it's ok that I gave him my phone number. I had a feeling that things were not awesome at home."
"That is perfectly fine. I'm glad that my brother has someone like you looking out for him." Seishiro reached a hand out to brush the bangs out of Subaru's face and couldn't help by marvel at how silky his hair was. It did as he had intended—and he once again was the sole focus of that almost painfully kind stare.
His kitten was back to blushing and Seishiro made a mental note to see if that was because Subaru was attracted to him—or if he was just easily embarrassed by… well, everything the older man did, really.
Green eyes again looked away and Seishiro allowed it. He watched with both amusement and curiosity as the boy wrapped his arms back around his stomach, shifted his weight from foot to foot and took a deep breath.
"Um… do you think that maybe—" Subaru glanced back up at Seishiro to gauge his reaction and quickly looked away again. "—Can I have your phone number?"
The older man didn't bother to hide his wolfish grin this time and it only caused those cheeks to burn a brighter shade of red. "Of course."
"In—In case Fuuma doesn't get picked up again… to—to, um, see if you are home…" Subaru shifted his weight from foot to foot again as he clarified—and wasn't that amusing?
"I was going to give it to you because you're cute—but that works, too. Hand your phone over." Seishiro's tone was purposely blasé as he held his hand out expectantly. He had to wonder just how much darker red his kitten could get before he fainted.
Subaru squeaked out a quick 'Thank you'—followed by a hurried apology about his phone being in his bag before rushing inside to retrieve it.
Seishiro was going to have fun with this one.
That much was obvious.
Numbers were exchanged and Fuuma proudly announced that he had finished his homework as soon as they were both back indoors. Subaru offered to check it over and circled a few problems for Seishiro to check over when they got back—he wouldn't—but he promised to, nonetheless.
Subaru seemed much more at ease with Fuuma around and Seishiro listened to the two of them chatter as they rode down to the parking garage in the elevator. Upon Fuuma's bratty begging, Subaru agreed to sit with him in the back seat after flashing Seishiro an apologetic smile.
Anything to keep him from whining. Normally, he would just threatened to kick his ass or lock him in a closet until he decided to behave—but he wasn't going to do that in front of his sweet kitten.
For whatever reason, Subaru had gone from thinking of him as a dangerous man to someone… nice? A good brother?
Playing with Subaru would be less fun if that assumption was shattered too soon, so he had to act the part of doting older brother at least for a while.
Besides—he got to watch Subaru giggling and grinning at his idiot brother's bad puns for most of the ride—so it wasn't that bad of a deal. He was small enough to fit back there, too, and Seishiro had been only slightly shocked at how easily he got into the backseat of his coupé.
Dinner with a 7 year old was—oddly enough—not ruined and Seishiro was in a good mood when they finished their meal. He had enjoyed listening to Fuuma gush about his best friend Kamui—who was Subaru's little brother—only because Subaru was laughing so hard at some of the stories that he was practically smothering himself with his own hands in an attempt not to draw any attention to himself.
Subaru had enjoyed it just as much obviously, but he seemed very relieved when the brat clunked out on the ride to his apartment. Seishiro didn't have any trouble getting to Subaru's neighborhood, either—he lived on the bad side of town where his family did most of their work and he had even dealt to a few of his kitten's neighbors in recent months.
Because he was in the back, Seishiro had to turn the car off and get out to pull the seat forward to allow Subaru to climb out. Their goodbye was not long or drawn out—Subaru thanked him for the ride home and promised to stay in touch—and Seishiro lit one up and watched him head into the building.
When he finished his smoke, he got back into the car and checked his phone. No answer from his father—not surprisingly—and a message from his father's assistant that he was needed at a meeting tonight.
Again—not surprising in the least.
He would have to drop Fuuma off and head straight there to ensure he was not late.
Seishiro was losing patience when he pulled into the driveway of the home his little brother lived in with his mother. Fuuma always slept deep and didn't wake at being wrestled out of the car and carried into the house. Seishiro was not amused to have his hands full of a ragdoll of a kid and his backpack while also trying to wrestle the house key out of said backpack.
Fuuma's backpack was more or less a disaster zone and it took an infuriating amount of digging through old homework and candy wrappers before he snagged the lanyard that was attached to the single key.
It took a few failed attempts to match the key with the keyhole in the dark, but he finally hit the handle and pushed the heavy door open with his shoulder in little over a minute after reaching the damn door. The housekeeper must have been by in the last few days because the place wasn't a total disaster—and Seishiro only had to step over a few of his brother's toys and candy wrappers as he hit the stairs and headed for his bedroom.
Fuuma's room was a disaster and he had a much harder time navigating around the toys, clothes, dishes, and trash that littered the floor. The brat didn't stir as he was set onto the bed and his brother wrestled him out of his uniform jacket, belt and shoes before tossing the blanket over him.
Seishiro set his backpack on his desk and set the alarm for Fuuma before turning the light back off and closing the door.
He had no idea why he felt the need to check to see where the waste of space whore was ignoring her kid at—be it annoyance, anger or just a gut feeling, he couldn't tell you. As he stood outside the door to the master bedroom, he raised his fist ready to rap on the door but frozen at the sound his ears had picked up on.
He expected snoring—maybe silence—not creaking.
Creaking.
What the fuck was creaking like that?
Seishiro pushed the door open without knocking and hit the light.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me right now."
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