ʚ my precious girl ɞ
pairing. mori ogai x daughter!reader (platonic)
based on this request
you were not supposed to be here.
that was what everyone kept saying, at least.
the port mafia headquarters was no place for a child, too dangerous, too unpredictable, too him. and yet, somehow, you had grown up walking its halls like they belonged to you.
because, in a way they did.
“ah, there you are.”
the familiar voice drifted from behind you, smooth and warm in a way that always made people uneasy. you turned instantly, brightening.
“dad!”
mori smiled as you ran toward him, his gloved hand already lifting to rest gently on your head the moment you reached him. his touch was soft, careful, even but there was something deliberate about it, something that reminded everyone watching exactly who he was.
“you shouldn’t run in the halls,” he murmured, though there was no real reprimand in his tone. “you might get hurt.”
“i won’t,” you said confidently, grabbing onto his sleeve. “i know where i’m going!”
“mm. that may be true,” he hummed, amused. “but accidents do not ask for permission.”
despite his words, he didn’t pull away. if anything, he adjusted slightly so you could hold onto him more comfortably as he walked.
the guards nearby straightened as he passed.
you didn’t notice.
you never really did.
his office was quieter than the rest of the building.
safer, too- at least, for you.
the moment the door shut behind you, the tension seemed to ease just slightly. mori moved toward his desk, but you were already climbing onto the couch like you had done a hundred times before.
“did you finish your lessons?” he asked, not looking up yet as he sorted through a few papers.
“mhm!”
a pause.
“…all of them?”
you hesitated.
“…mostly.”
that earned you a glance.
not harsh. not even particularly strict. just knowing.
“define ‘mostly,’” he said mildly.
you sank a little into the couch. “…i didn’t do the last math page.”
“i see.”
there was no immediate scolding. no raised voice.
that was worse.
mori set the papers down neatly before finally turning his full attention to you. his gaze softened, just slightly, as he walked over.
“come here.”
you obeyed instantly.
you always did.
the moment you reached him, he guided you to sit beside him instead, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder.
“why not?” he asked.
you frowned a little. “it was hard.”
“that is precisely why you should do it.”
you puffed your cheeks, clearly unhappy with that answer. “but i didn’t get it.”
“…ah.”
that changed things.
mori’s expression shifted, not into irritation, but into something more thoughtful. his hand moved from your shoulder to your head, gently smoothing your hair.
“and you chose not to ask for help?”
you looked down. “…i didn’t want to bother you.”
for a moment, he went very still.
then, slowly, he let out a quiet breath.
“you,” he said softly, tilting your chin up just enough to meet his gaze, “are never a bother.”
his tone wasn’t sharp.
but it was firm.
unmistakable.
“if something troubles you, you will come to me. do you understand?”
you nodded quickly. “okay…”
“good.”
the tension eased just as quickly as it had appeared, his hand lingering for a second longer before pulling away.
“i will look at it later,” he added. “we will solve it together.”
your face lit up immediately. “really?”
“of course.”
there was a faint smile on his lips now, subtle but genuine.
“i have no intention of letting my daughter struggle alone.”
it wasn’t long before you grew restless again.
you always did.
mori had returned to his work, but your attention had long since drifted elsewhere. eventually, you slid a little closer, peeking at the papers on his desk.
“what are you doing?”
“work.”
“that’s boring.”
“it is necessary.”
you frowned, then leaned against his arm without asking. he didn’t react, at least, not outwardly, but his hand paused briefly before continuing to write.
“…are you almost done?” you asked.
“not particularly.”
a beat.
“…but i suppose i can be persuaded to take a break.”
you perked up instantly. “really?!”
he set the pen down with quiet precision, turning slightly toward you.
“for a short while,” he clarified.
“that’s fine!”
you shifted closer without hesitation, practically leaning into him now. mori adjusted just enough to accommodate you, his arm resting lightly around your shoulders—not restrictive, just… present.
protective.
“tell me,” he said, his voice softer now, “what would you like to do?”
you thought for a moment. “…can we just sit?”
he blinked, once.
“…just sit?”
“yeah,” you said, nodding. “like this.”
there was something simple about it. innocent.
uncomplicated.
and for a man like mori, that was… rare.
“…very well,” he agreed quietly.
his grip tightened just slightly, not enough for you to notice, but enough that anyone else might have felt the shift.
because while you saw this as something small, he didn’t.
to him, this was everything.
time passed slowly after that.
you leaned comfortably against him, your earlier energy fading into something softer, sleepier. his presence was steady, unmoving, a constant at your side.
every so often, his hand would brush against your hair again, absentminded, almost instinctive.
checking. reassuring. claiming.
not in a possessive way that would harm you.
never that.
but in a way that made one thing very clear:
you were his.
and he would not allow anything to take you from him.
“…dad?”
your voice was quieter now, heavier with sleep.
“yes?”
“do you have to go back to work?”
a small pause.
“…eventually.”
you frowned slightly, eyes half-lidded. “can’t you stay a little longer?”
he looked down at you.
really looked.
at the way you leaned into him without hesitation. the way you trusted him completely, without fear, without doubt.
something in his chest softened.
“…i can stay.”
your expression brightened, even in your sleepy state. “yay…”
and just like that, your eyes drifted closed.
asleep within minutes.
mori didn’t move.
didn’t shift.
didn’t call for anyone.
he simply stayed where he was, one arm around you, the other resting lightly against your back as he ensured you were secure.
safe, untouched by the world he ruled.
“…my precious girl,” he murmured quietly, almost too soft to hear.
his gaze lingered on you for a long moment before lifting, sharp again, calculating, dangerous in a way only he could be.
because anyone who threatened you, anyone at all, would not be dealt with gently.
but for now he allowed himself this.
a rare moment of stillness, of quiet.
of something dangerously close to peace, and he would guard it.
just as fiercely as he guarded you.
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