(WARNING: Thick Scottish slang because of my one Scottish OC :D)
(A/N: I really need to write more about Ally being a good father figure like in this situation. Eheh..)
The drops of the beating rain pounded against Azami's window, keeping Azami locked inside of her room. Nothing was going to get her outside, absolutely nothing as long as it was raining. The rain was accompanied by an occasional thunder clap, causing Azami to yelp and clench her pillow tighter with each loud boom. She was hungry, definitely, but there was no way she could go out, not when there was thunder and lightning.
Azami had been thankful that for the entire time at Hope’s Peak Asylum, there hadn't been any storms outside. Azami was terrified of thunder and lightning, and she didn't want the others to know about her ridiculous fear. She had thought that she would be able to get away with nobody knowing too, if it hadn't started raining. She wondered whether anyone would come to her room to check on her, to make sure she hadn't gotten killed. She got lost in her thoughts for a moment, but was interrupted by a loud thunderclap, making her scream in terror. She whimpered under the blanket on her bed, her legs and arms wrapped around her pillow.
Azami let out a soft squeak, her heart skipping a beat at the sudden sound. The door opens, and in walks Alastair with an... axe?
"Azami, sorry tae fash ye, bit we wur worried aboot ye. Thay sent me tae check oan ye," Alastair rambled. He then closed the door, setting the axe against the wall. "Monokuma gave me that axe wance ah wis at th' cafe. Ah... dinnae ken whit tae actually dae wi' it sae ah juist brought it alang wi' me ," Alastair explained offhandedly.
Azami sat on her bed, frozen in place. She was worried about whether the SHSL Parent would try to harm her (which he will never ever do cause he’s been nothing but nice to everyone), about the thunder storm, and about what she would do if she reacted to the thunder negatively in front of Alastair.
"Azami?" Alastair cried out in surprise, looking at Azami with wide eyes. "Ur you...crying?"
Azami brought her hands to her face, and indeed, her cheeks were wet. She looks at Alastair, and nodded sullenly. "Och, does me bein' 'ere fash ye that muckle? Ah will leave if ye want, A'm sor-"
Alastair didn't get to finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a loud roll of thunder, and Azami letting out a sharp scream. Azami clutched her pillow, crying in shame. Alastair stood in the room awkwardly, unsure what to do.
"Um... Azami?" Alastair asked uncertainly, taking a step towards Azami. Azami shook and trembled with each breath, sobbing into the pillow. Alastair awkwardly sat next to Azami and wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her shoulder. Azami shook and sobbed, and Alastair didn't know what to do.
A flash of lightning from outside illuminated the room, and the next thing Alastair knew was Azami was clinging to him like her life depended on it. He was certain that if he weren't wearing his jacket, there would be nail marks on his skin, and blood would be oozing from underneath Azami's fingers. Alastair gently rubbed the back of Azami's head, remembered the same thing once happened to his little girl. Internally, Azami was ashamed of herself, clutching onto this adult because of some thunderstorm. Whines and squeaks pitifully slipped from Azami's lips, and tears soaked Alastair's clothes.
"Sshhhh..." Alastair whispered, wrapping his other arm around Azami. Azami screamed and cried with each roll of thunder and flash of lightning, and each time Alastair was unsure what to do other than comfort her and ignore the uncomfortable wetness of his shirt. He had a feeling it was going to be covered in tears afterwards, and it would be a pain to wash.
The storm raged outside, and Azami and Alastair sat inside hugging awkwardly. Soon, Azami's howls and sobs died down, and so did the storm outside. The pain on Alastair's skin slowly subsided, and Azami's crying became a soft whimper. Soon, even that became an occasional sniffle.
After a few awkward minutes of Alastair brushing his fingers through Azami's hair and his fingers painting patterns on Azami's back, she pulled away.
"Please don't tell the others," she begged with bloodshot eyes. Alastair nodded in agreement and then looked down at his shirt and weakly smiled at Azami.
"As lang as it gives ye comfort, ah will keep it a secret." Alastair placed his hand over her hair, ruffling it with a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. Azami sniffed, wiping her cheeks with her hands.
"You uh, may want to be on your way," Azami gestured at the clock on her wall, and Alastair nodded.
"Aye, see you...some ither time?"
"Some other time." Azami nodded briskly, not quite meeting Alastair's eyes. He picked up his axe from her wall and then walked out the door.
“T-Thank you... for making me feel safe.”
“Heh, isnae that whit maist parents wid dae whin thair bairn needs thaim th' maist?” he then smiles at the girl.
"Have a nice rest of the day, Azami!"
"Yeah, you too." And Alastair was gone, and Azami was alone with her thoughts.
“..parents, huh?.. I wonder..”
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