[The Coward And The Temple]

Summary: Quick skit with Hisakata begging Osamu to take his child in.

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Osamu was annoyed.

His son just seemed to bring bad luck the moment he was born. This time, the bad luck came in the form of a coworker he's wracked quite the debt with and a silver haired baby.

"Kurokami-San, please."
Ai Hisakata pleaded, looking exaughsted He tries to keep his voice hushed on account of the infant sound asleep in his arms.
"I do not need 3 children, Ai."
Osamu states clearly, crossing his arms. Hisakata's brows furrow, and in an act of desperation, he gets down on the ground and performs Dogeza.

"This is my only request of you, Kurokami-San... I can... No longer put the ones I love in danger, I will not allow my child to meet the same fate as my wife. But I can't do that if she's with me so..." He puts his head to the ground, dirt likely getting in the nasty cut on his head. "Please look after my daughter!"
He exclaims. Osamu stares, squinting in what ends up as an almost natural look of disgust.

"A man does not grovel, get your ass up."
Osamu all but booms, just barely reminding himself there is an infant present. A sleeping one at that.
"Not until you promise me you'll look after my daughter!"
The stubborn coward exclaims. Osamu inhales, clenching his fist.

"Why should I?!--"
His words are caught in his throat as he notices Hisakata's hands. One hand has his fingers dug into the ground, tensed and on edge. While the other desperately holds the child just inches above the ground.
"Please."
He pleads once more, a pathetic display.

Silence passes, the sound of the wind rustling the trees, the slight chime of bells Osamu has grown accustomed to, the shaky breathing of the man before him.

"... You are a coward and an excuse for a man, Ai." Osamu says harshly. "But fine."
Hisakata looks up finally, tears having turned the dirt on his face to a rough muddy mixture.
"I will look after your daughter. That is my debt to you payed."
Hisakata looks like he's about to sigh a sigh of relief.

"But mark my words."
Osamu glares down at him.
"Your actions today and moving forward will greatly affect that child. And she will live, thinking her father wanted nothing to do with her. Are you prepared to face that resentment, coward?"
He asks in a rough tone. Hisakata sucks in a deep breath, looking down at the face of his child. She looks so much like Himawari. But she has his eyes.

He knows. He knows she will grow to hate those eyes. Yet...

"... Yes."
Hisakata says bitterly, hugging his child close.
"I am... Prepared."
He swallows, kissing her head.
"So be it."
Osamu states.

And that was the last time Osamu ever saw Ai Hisakata.

In the meantime, he's left something troublesome. Not only is there another mouth to feed, child to raise. But that idiotic coward never left her birth certificate with him. Just great... More work.

~Fin~

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Author's Context: This story actually features the fathers of some OCs rather than the OCs themselves.

In particular though, Hiskata is the Father of a my OC, Hoshi. And Osamu is the father of my other OC, Kuri.

Hoshi and Kuri are both OCs in a BNHA RP I have with my friend.... and once again, you might be seeing a few stories featuring the characters from said Roleplay.