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❝ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ❞

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After attempting to run away from an abusive and oppressive orphanage. You were beaten and left for dead on the side of the street. As if you were nothing but a piece of trash, used to it fullest and disposed of straight after.

That was until a certain kind-hearted man had taken you back home with him. Izumo Kusanagi. He had run into you after going out to light his cigarette. 

You were seven years of age at the time.

Now, you were grown and at the age of 17. Although because of the abuse that you were put through at the institution when you were younger... You never truly grew up. Or at least, your mind had not. You were still trapped in your little childish world... Although no one minded, especially a certain chestnut; Misaki Yata.

The usually frantic and short-tempered male was surprisingly quite gentle when it came to you and rarely took you out with him when he was off patrolling the night. It was truly strange, but no one questioned. You and Anna were HOMRA's precious little angels. 

And their only weakness. 

You had unfortunately experienced that harsh fact when you were taken by members of Jungle and kept under extreme conditions. Such conditions and treatment brought back a lot of... unwanted memories.

But after what seemed a month, you were soon in the arms of the one you felt safest with. And that person was not Yata. That's right, your small body was curled up against the Red King himself. His arms clutching onto you and holding you in a bridal-carry style. Oh, he was sure to make those Greens suffer for taking you... Every last one of them.

With your small head rested upon his warm chest, your body remained in its curled up-shell form. Eyes shut tightly so that you wouldn't have to witness the large scales of red aura that was circling Mikoto as he walked through the place Jungle had been keeping you... Destroying every possible thing in sight.

Anyone that came in his way was surely taken care of, his powers held no mercy for anyone. Especially not on anyone who had brought such distraught to his precious little angel. 

Once he was out of the area and walking within the streets. People turned to gawk at the sight. The ones that knew him quaked in their boots yet their eyes filled with confusion when they saw the little bundle in his arms. Shaking and clutching onto his white shirt. 

Mikoto could care less if people were looking, his main priority was you at this stage. When he had walked into the local bar with you quivering in his strong, warm arms, the first one to notice was Yata. 

The teenager sprung to his feet and rushed over to you both. ''Is she okay?!'' Was his loud voice, only to flinch back when he had seen Mikoto's cold eyes. Such a glare... As if telling him to keep the noise levels down since you were currently suffering from all sorts of trauma. Yata instantly understood and shut up, simply looking down at your trembling form, tears silently rolling down your cheeks. Oh, how you wished you could forget... But it was never that simple. The past was a scary place that you had unfortunately visited during your recent kidnapping. 

Yata held his arms out so that he could take you from the King, but you refused. Your fingers curled around the material of Mikoto's shirt further and your head buried into his chest. You did not want to leave his protective embrace. The other redhead merely sighed but nodded. 

Mikoto didn't exactly mind... After all, you were frightened. His warmth brought you a guarded feeling. As if he was blocking all the negative thoughts that circulated your head. 

Such a fervent feeling, therefore, caused your eyes to droop. After weeks of crying and remembering the horrid happenings, your mind relaxed. Soon, you fell limp within his embrace, eyelids fluttering shut. You were finally asleep.

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Everyone was astonished from how well you had recovered from the mind-shattering incident that you were so unfortunate enough to experience.  Although, they supported you in everything you had done. Even more so... You had started spending a lot of your time with a certain redheaded King. 

Mikoto had become extremely protective over you, however, you didn't mind. When he was around... You felt at peace, kind of what you feel when you are around Yata. Yet due to this sudden closeness, your feelings were beginning to spiral out of control. The small crush for the male had turned into something more... Now you were falling head over heels for the infamous Red King. No matter how many times you tried to deny your mind of the fact, you couldn't do the same to your heart. For your heart knew what you wanted. 

Along with the new confidential relationship that was developing there was also a certain consequence from your disturbing occurrence. You were falling into little headspace more often than usual. This meant that you usually needed someone by your side and at the times when everyone was out doing duties and such... It was utter hell for you. 

Currently, you were seated on one of the sofas within the bar, HOMRA's base of operation. Playing some boardgame with Yata who was losing. It frustrated him, although he knew he had to keep his little anger issues under control... Especially because he was playing with you. 

''Gah! Bitten by a snake again!'' The teen frowned whilst you merely giggled and slipped his bead down the squiggling, large picture of a snake that was plastered on the gameboard. ''The snake bit chu Chata~!'' You cooed. That was when he had looked up to gaze into your eyes. ''Falling into that state again eh?'' He sighed in a hushed manner. Another giggle left your lips when his hand moved to ruffle your hair. 

''Well? Come on, let's play another roun-'' His sentence was cut short when a small hologram image popped up. He clicked his tongue and jumped up with his skateboard already at his feet. ''Sorry Y/N... Some shitheads are causing trouble.'' He shot you a glance and stared at your pouting face. ''But... Ch-Chata...!'' You reached your hands out for him in a grabbing manner, but he was already gone. 

You whined soon after this and merely looked around for someone, anyone. Though it appeared that everyone was missing. With a pout, you leaned back brought your knees to your chest. Subconsciously, tears had started to prick at your eyes the more you started to slip into that space and before you knew it, hushed cries were fleeing your lips. 

Luckily for you though, one member of HOMRA had not left to go sort out the trouble that the rest were facing. Instead, he was saving his strength. He knew his loyal subjects and friends would tend to it so there was nothing to fret.

Mikoto walked into the bar area of the base and when his eyes landed on you... Well, let's just say he was not so pleased. Who had made you cry? He knew what a sensitive soul you were which only largened his protectiveness. 

The King walked closer to you and moved his arms out. His hands grasped ahold of your sides before he lifted you. Your soft cries turned into small sniffled as you looked up. Your E/C orbs were soon locked with an amber colour. Both colours seemed to melt within one another and create a peaceful stare. Silence consumed the air between the two of you before he finally spoke up.

''Who made you cry?''

The scarily calm voice that came from him prompted you to sniffle and rub at your eyes. ''N-No I just... I felt... k-kuh... a-alone...'' Was your hushed voice, your speech more mushed together. That was when he understood. You were in the space again. 

Mikoto knew that he had to be tender with your small self whenever you got like this. It was hard for the temperamental man to act in such a way... But for you, he would do anything.

''I see...'' He walked a few steps before he sat you upon the bar counter-top. ''Now... There is no need to cry over that.'' He sighed and lightly moved his hand. His movements to pet your head were slow... gentle. It was quite comforting. ''Listen... Whenever you don't see anyone, it doesn't mean I'm not here.'' He lowered his voice so that he wouldn't scare you. 

''H-Hmm...?'' Was your confused noise, your eyebrows knitting upwards in question. With another sigh, he moved and grasped your small hand in his larger, warmer one. ''I'll always be... Here.'' He moved your hand and placed it against your chest, over your heart. 

''When you can't see me... Just close your eyes and imagine my warmth... You won't feel alone.'' He assured you. The sudden gentleness caused a faint hue to scatter over your cheeks. ''I... Am I... In here then?'' You queried as you placed your smaller hand against his chest, over his heart. 

A chuckle surfaced from the older male before he nodded. ''Yeah. You're there.'' He hand went back to petting your hair before it slipped down and lightly cupped your cheek. The sudden action caused your blush to worsen. So you rose your arm and hid your face within your sleeve. Such action caused a hushed snicker to come from him.  

'''What's the matter, little girl... Embarrassed?'' He teased, leaning down so that he was at eye level with you. The pink over your cheeks soon turned into a dark red, your soft orbs meeting his yet again. That was until they travelled down to gaze at his lips. 

Of course, Mikoto had noticed this and merely grinned. He leaned in as if he would grant you a kiss to the lips. Your eyes closed as you waited... However, it never came. Instead, his lips pressed against your forehead. 

The sudden act of affection caused you to smile, although a whine soon left your lips for it wasn't exactly what you were waiting for. Mikoto laughed and moved to wrap one of his arms around your smaller frame. ''I promise one day I'll give you what you're whining for. For once I wanna take things slow.'' He explained, petting your head yet again. 

With a nod, you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. It caused him to smile a genuine smile, his hand cupping your cheek yet again and his thumb rubbing at the soft skin.

''My precious little girl...''

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