Our past🎴….
The slow breeze of tokyos evening air touched her face…
Slowly , she looked down the battle ground the fight between two main gangs , the bloody Halloween..her boyfriend, the man she loved was fighting , she could do nothing , due to the laws , she was watching , she couldn’t interrupt or get into other gangs battles , the man she adored… loved… she knew these fights won’t end well sometimes , the thought of living without him …without his purple eyes that would watch her sleep at nights and his small kisses during her cookings , his burned pancakes he tried so hard to make for her , his white hairs she would play with everynight …she couldn’t imagine losing him….so when she saw kisaki …running to him with a gu-n , didn’t understand how she got herself in front of the bu-llets ….she just knew the last thing she felt were his shaky hands pressing on her wo-und and his teary eyes …,
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Time skip , izana in the waiting room , with bloody dress and shaky hands
kakuchu was there too , but nothing could help , his only reason for breathing was fighting for her life in the surgery room…
He jumped out of his seat when the doctor came out of her room , he let out a breath he didn’t know he was hokk look ding as soon as he heard she was doing fine….
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Six years later
- Izana! Where is her bottle! !
While putting their crying newborns clothes on. , he answered
~ dunno ! It must be in the cupboard!
The baby cryed and pushed his hands away as he tried to put her clothes on , Izana was getting tired and annoyed , he thought he was a bad father …he thought their daughter didn’t like him as much as she loved y/n , he thought he couldn’t even put her cloth on , he thought he couldn’t find her bottle . He belived He was everything but a good father… as he threw the sock he was unable to make her wear , away , she laughed , and murmured
=da..da…dada!!
His eyes widened as his little one just told her first words …which was his name!
…as he wiped his tear with the other pair of the sock , he picked up her little body and hugged her tight , as she wrapped her small hands around his neck
Y/n appeared in the doorway with the baby bottle in hand , confused that why was her husband holding their daughter and crying into her sock…
Slowly , she looked down the battle ground the fight between two main gangs , the bloody Halloween..her boyfriend, the man she loved was fighting , she could do nothing , due to the laws , she was watching , she couldn’t interrupt or get into other gangs battles , the man she adored… loved… she knew these fights won’t end well sometimes , the thought of living without him …without his purple eyes that would watch her sleep at nights and his small kisses during her cookings , his burned pancakes he tried so hard to make for her , his white hairs she would play with everynight …she couldn’t imagine losing him….so when she saw kisaki …running to him with a gu-n , didn’t understand how she got herself in front of the bu-llets ….she just knew the last thing she felt were his shaky hands pressing on her wo-und and his teary eyes …,
***
Time skip , izana in the waiting room , with bloody dress and shaky hands
kakuchu was there too , but nothing could help , his only reason for breathing was fighting for her life in the surgery room…
He jumped out of his seat when the doctor came out of her room , he let out a breath he didn’t know he was hokk look ding as soon as he heard she was doing fine….
***
Six years later
- Izana! Where is her bottle! !
While putting their crying newborns clothes on. , he answered
~ dunno ! It must be in the cupboard!
The baby cryed and pushed his hands away as he tried to put her clothes on , Izana was getting tired and annoyed , he thought he was a bad father …he thought their daughter didn’t like him as much as she loved y/n , he thought he couldn’t even put her cloth on , he thought he couldn’t find her bottle . He belived He was everything but a good father… as he threw the sock he was unable to make her wear , away , she laughed , and murmured
=da..da…dada!!
His eyes widened as his little one just told her first words …which was his name!
…as he wiped his tear with the other pair of the sock , he picked up her little body and hugged her tight , as she wrapped her small hands around his neck
Y/n appeared in the doorway with the baby bottle in hand , confused that why was her husband holding their daughter and crying into her sock…
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