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Love,love, loooove this series. The girlies was mad about the ending though lmaooooo

WRITTEN OFF.

synopsis: yeah, so you and toji didn’t work out as husband and wife. at least you got a daughter and bonus son out of a shitty marriage.

⚠️exhusband!toji, reader and toji are divorced, mentions of cheating, underage drug consumption (briefly mentioned, not detailed in any way).

kio’s notes - this got longer than expected soo here’s pt. 1. :)

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“what’s her name?”

the question fell on deaf ears as you stared at the giant man in the hospital chair. engulfed in his big arms was your newborn daughter, wrapped in a blanket and fast asleep against her father’s naked torso.

you were too tired to speak, curled into the fetal position on your side and looking at toji holding your baby girl from inbetween the bars on the side of the hospital bed. the same bars that toji told you to squeeze when you were pushing, but you opted for his hand instead. there was something that satisfied you about his fingers cracking under your clutch. his winces and gasps just as audible as your screams.

toji looked at you through his onyx colored tresses. “y/n,” he called for you, bringing your eyes back to his own, focusing on him now. “what is her name?”

“rin. rin (l/n)-fushiguro.” you smiled at your daughter, who looked like an angel against her father. she was a big, healthy baby, coming in at 9lbs and 4oz, almost at 65 cm. she had brown eyes, witch dark chocolate little swirls of curls atop her head. her skin was cinnamon, with the tiniest of beauty marks scattered across her face.

toji felt a twang in his chest at the hyphenated last name. it felt like your own little twisted way of reminding him you and him no longer shared the same last name. you were no longer mr. and mrs. fushiguro. you were (y/n)(l/n), and he was toji fushiguro—your dishonorable ex-husband.

“couldn’t just have one last name, huh?” his tone was snarky, and he intended to make you feel bad for choosing to hyphenate your daughter’s last name….but you didn’t.

you shrugged, puffing out your cheeks to appear bored with the conversation, “well she was honestly just going to have my last name, but megs was excited to have a sibling and i couldn’t do that to him.” you cared nothing about toji and his feelings towards the hyphen. you gave two shits whether or not he was upset about rin looking more like you than him.

as far as you were concerned, toji fushiguro was no longer an active character in your life story. he was written off—he wrote himself off, when he cheated on you. when he lied to you…and when he made you spend the better half of your pregnancy alone.

so after rin’s birth, you denied toji all access to you. unless it had to do with rin, he couldn’t contact you. this stipulation worked…at first, about six months of proper coparenting and effective communication.

then one night, there’s a call on your phone at 3 in the morning.

“hello?” you answer groggily. rin had gone to toji’s for the weekend and you intended to catch up on some much needed sleep.

“u-umi? i need you, please.” it was megumi. his voice was cracking and inbetween his words were heavy breaths.

you shot up out your bed, maternal instincts stepping forward and pushing all your fatigue to the back of your mind. your son needed you.

“what’s wrong, love? is everything alright?” you got out of bed, too worried to just remain seated.

“i-i don’t know. i was at this party and i took some pills with my friends and i don’t feel good. my head hurts, i’m seeing things that aren’t there, i’m scared, umi.” you could hear the waivering in his voice. it sounded like he was choking on sobs.

you didn’t think twice about running to your closet and putting on a pair of sweatpants and grabbing a random hoodie from the ground. dirty or not, it wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

“where are you, baby? i can come get you.” you shoved your feet into some ugg boots and grabbed the car keys from off the accent table by the front door.

you thanked god rin was with toji tonight.

“i-i don’t know. i had gone out with yuuji and his older brother choso. originally it was to a bar—.”

you cut him off, “megumi what are you doing at a bar?! you’re underage!”

the key had been in the ignition, but not turned. you went onto your phone and tapped life360 to track your bonus son. you weren’t his biological mother—not by a long shot, but it didn’t matter. since you came into the young man’s life when he was twelve, no one could tell you he wasn’t your son. you would be damned if something happened to him when you were around.

you got the address and put it into your google maps. “okay megs, i’m coming. just stay there and be calm for me, okay love? i’ll stay on the phone with you til i reach.”

knowing he would be saved, megumi let out a choked sob, one of relief but also pain, “i’m sorry, umi.” he mumbled.

you sighed, “it’s okay. we all been there once. you’re not too far from me so i’ll be there in no time.”

“please don’t tell dad.”

and god forbid you did. toji may have not been the best father to megumi—he may have not been what the boy needed as far as emotional security and physical affection go, but he did love his son. he valued him. megumi’s wellbeing was more important to toji then he let on, you knew.

had he found out his son had experimented with drugs, had put himself in harms way by not knowing what drug he took and where he was, it would be safe to say rin would become his one and only child.

when you finally reached megumi, he was curled up against a tree, outside of some house. he looked up once your headlights shone on him and immediately ran towards your car.

“umi, oh my gosh umi!” he cheered for you, his eyes teary and nose red. his hair was stuck to his forehead, and from the sight of his face, a thin layer of sweat coated his skin.

but you hugged him anyways. he was a bit taller than you, but you let him bury his head in your shoulder and cry, rubbing his back while calming him down with, “you’re safe, i’m here. it’s okay megumi.”

the ride back to toji’s was quiet, megumi had been staring out the window, biting on his fingernails and shaking his leg out of nervousness. you didn’t talk about the drugs, you didn’t ask about the party or what happened to the others. he had told you that yuuji and choso were staying the night at the house (the owner being a college friend of choso’s).

“do you have your keys?” you asked once you pulled into the driveway, turning the car off and leaning back on your seat with a big sigh. you were tired—being a working, single mom was tiring. always having to be at ten, for your job and for your daughter. you craved the nights sleep. but at the same time, you were relieved and happy that megumi was okay and with you.

megumi nodded and opened the car door, but before he got out, turned to you with pleading eyes. “can you come with me? just until i fall asleep.”

toji’s black pickup truck was in the driveway. he was home, but you knew that it didn’t matter. megumi needed you, and as the only thing close to a mother to him, you went.

it was strange for you, to be back in a house that held so many memories; so much love, so much pain.

toji and you had purchased the three bedroom, two bath home back in your first year of marriage. you wanted a home for your family to grow. to feel safe and loved.

when you came in you could hear the sound of white noise, matched with humming and the occasional coo coming from the kitchen.

you turned back to your bonus son, who was staring into space. “megs.” you grabbed hold of his cheeks, focusing his gaze onto you.

“go get some water before we go upstairs.” you instructed. you would have gone with him, but knowing your ex was up and just a couple steps away was overwhelming.

megumi took a deep breath and shut his eyes. he was high as a kite, but was able to realize his dad was in the kitchen. he was trying his best to sober up.

after a minute he walked in, greeting his father with a grumble before opening the fridge. the cool air was relieving, as he was hot beyond compare.

toji had turned to his son, greeting him back and then going back to making his daughters food. he had rin in a baby carrier tied to his torso, with his beats pill speaker in his pocket, playing white noise to help calm her. she had woken up in the middle of the night for whatever reason and was having a hard time going back to sleep.

megumi was aware his dad was a mere feet from him, by the kettle working on a bottle for his little sister. he loved rin, every chance he could get he would be speaking to the baby, telling her stories about his day as if she’ll understand.

megumi was looking up and down for the bottles of water. he couldn’t find them, but was unsure if that was due to the fact they ran out, or that he was too high to focus.

“dad, where’s the water?” he asked toji but did not turn around. the older fushiguro was trained to be observant and pick up on the details. lord knows had he taken one look at his sons face, he would see how out of his mind his child was.

toji didn’t turn around, too focused on making sure rin had the right number of ounces of water in her bottle. “should be in the fridge, brat. if it’s not there you probably finished it.” he was a bit on the cranky side, as rin’s random awakening was paired with restlessness and cries. he couldn’t get her to go back down, and lord was he exhausted.

megumi sighed, “umi,” he called out to you, like an idiot. “i don’t see the water, can you come help?” he was too high to pick up on why you sent him in the kitchen instead of going yourself.

toji scoffed, “why are you calling her?” he sounded annoyed at the mention of the nickname megumi gave you.

in all honesty he was more pained than annoyed. the mention of you was a reminder of his biggest fuck up. “s’not here.” he mumbled the last part, speaking to himself instead of his son. his eyes fell down to his daughter, who was looking up at him. she was the spitting image of you, and it made his stomach ache with guilt.

“umi! are you here?!” he shouted rather loudly, too under the influence to be aware of his sister, who shot up as he raised his voice.

toji jumped, his first instinct to throw the spoon he scoops rin’s formula with at his son. luckily he missed, hitting the counter and missing megumi by an inch.

“what was that for?” megumi grumbled, unimpressed and tired. he grabbed a bottle of powerade from the door of the fridge and decided it would be his substitute for water. he just wanted to shut his eyes and rest. his head seemed to be rapidly jumping from one thought to the next, yelling each one internally.

“ya startled rinny.” toji mumbled, running a hand over his daughters head to calm her down. she had looked up to her dad with puppy eyes and a quivering bottom lip, indicating she was on the verge of crying.

megumi apologized and picked up the spoon to put in the sink. he then quickly walked out the kitchen as to not startle his sister again. he saw you standing by the stairs and smiled, “umi, i could t find water so i got this. but dad said you weren’t here.” he was confused, high, and thirsty.

at the mention of your name again, toji found himself to be irritated and ready to do something about it. thankfully, he had finished with rin’s bottles and was leaving the kitchen, so he could catch his son and chew him out for speaking your name.

he had expressed to megumi that since you divorced him back when you were carrying rin, he didn’t want to hear your name at all. he didn’t want any remnant of you—excluding his daughter, in his home. the divorce hurt him, it ate at his heart until there was nothing left. he had already lost one wife, but to lose two—and to have the second be a loss he could’ve prevented….yeah the guilt and pain were eating him from the inside out.

but nevertheless he made his way out, “megumi, how many times do i have to tell you she’s not here? she’s not—” toji came to a stop once he saw you at the stairs, one of your hands on megumi’s head, smoothing out his hair.

“told you.” megumi mumbled, popping open the powerade and taking a big gulp, “umi can you come with me now?”

“come where?” toji interrupted. how could you not tell him you would be coming? why had you come? he had rin for another three days, so that wasn’t it.

megumi rolled his eyes. he was too high to understand the tension he had created, the drugs making him completely oblivious to the elephant in the room. “dad, please, umi is just gonna be with me til i fall asleep, m’feeling terrible.”

the teenager was still conscious enough to not turn to his father as he spoke, but his slurring words and nodding off head got his father’s eyes to widen in shock, and then burn with anger.

“motherfucker,” he walked closer to you two, his large hand turning megumi around by the shoulder and then holding his jaw so he could look him in the eyes. “are you fucking high, megumi?!”

toji’s yelling had startled rin, but hearing her fathers voice despite the volume at which it was at brought her comfort so she didn’t cry.

megumi shushed his father, finger to his pursed lips. “shhh shhh dad, you’ll wake the lil’ baby. don’t be loud at me, my head is on fire.”

“and you knew about this? that’s why you’re here?” toji let go of megumi and put his attention on you, eyes still burning with anger.

you scoffed, “i just found out about this. he called me to pick him up from a party because he was like this.”

megumi threw his hands up in defeat, “umi,” he whined, “that was our secret.”

“megumi go to your room, now.” toji ordered, staring angrily at his son. he was a combination of disappointed and hurt, with the slightest bit of guilt.

megumi huffed, but cooperated. “fine. but i just wanted umi to be with me. everything’s fucking dead without her.” he thought he had spoken to himself, in his head as he walked upstairs. but his words were out loud and picked up by you and toji before he disappeared into the upper level of the house.

once toji heard his door click, indicating megumi was in his room, he turned to you. he was pissed, eyes staring holes into your face.

here we go!

pt.2