scenario prompt; chuuya raising the 6 year old daughter of his deceased lover.
What are you doing to my heart, Anon!? ( ；∀；) Thank you for the ask though, sorry that it’s been such a long time coming! I hope you’re pleased with the results
She’s gone, and there isn’t a thing he can do about it anymore.
Telling the girl wasn’t easy, but he knew that it wouldn’t have been right to leave her in the dark, it would be an insult to her intelligence in the long run…poor thing would’ve found out sooner or later. Still, her absence in their once shimmering home was felt deeply; in fact, it shook them to their very cores.
Chūya hadn’t the slightest idea of how to care for her: that last, precious fragment of the one person he could fully trust. The one who allowed him to break down all those walls…that one beautiful person who he would never wake up alongside ever again.
Their daughter was a magnificent blend of the two of them, after all. She had his fiery locks, but had her mother’s kind, patient eyes. Luckily for her too, she never inherited her father’s temper.
He was thankful that she was here, and he’d make damn sure the same tragedy that befell her mother would never happen to her. The little girl, having just started her journey in the educational system, managed the home far more than Chūya would’ve ever liked. He’d often come home from work to find her putting toast in and clumsily clattering through the kitchen as she scrambled to make eggs and other easily cooked items for dinner. Although he appreciated it, the sight of his little girl exerting herself just to feed the two of them tugged on his heart strings.
“Sweetheart, don’t you have homework?”
“Mhmm, finished it.”
“All of it?”
She twirled her orange curls with a stray hand. “Umm…n-no daddy, Ms. Higuchi helped me with most of it. I told her I could do the last couple by myself…”
He sighed, “Give it here, let’s finish this up before bed.”
Her studies were suffering because of all this. Not that he didn’t understand…his performance at work had been slipping too. But she couldn’t continue doing this to herself, he wouldn’t allow it. He couldn’t allow his one and only baby girl to be forced into his line of work due to her lack of academic prowess.
Higuchi had been a huge help. The ever-productive blonde had enough to put up with within the Port Mafia, yet she always made sure to transport his little girl from school in the evenings back to the safety of their apartment. On really busy days, Higuchi would even stay and make sure the girl had something to eat and that her work was completed; since she knew that the girl’s father wouldn’t be home for the bulk of the night.
There were nights like this too, however. Nights where his dazzling little kid would make up a quick lie so she could help her dad out…she really needed to stop doing this. Although it often made him chuckle to himself to see her little hands attempt at cooking, it tugged at his heart in a way that made him wince every once in a while.
After dinner, he sat her down and hammered through the remaining questions on her homework sheet for the week (interestingly enough, there were some simple ones regarding gravity, which led to a full-on story being told about Chūya’s gift).
Settling in after having finished her homework and doing all the usual pre-bedtime rituals, the first grader would often start out in her canopied bed, but would later sneak in to her parents’ room to sleep soundly beside her father…a habit she only recently had taken up after her mother’s passing: she would often claim that she had a nightmare regarding her, though the majority of the time, this was a truth. Chūya, often having just experienced a nightmare about her himself, would welcome her and keep her close.
After this, the carrotheaded father-daughter duo would sleep through the night peacefully; no more nightmares of their wife/mother respectively.
This little girl was all that he had left in this world. He would make sure that she had everything she would need, and work hard to ensure a brighter, safer future for her.
In the end, he owed it to his beloved to make sure of that.