I was in high school. [ Headcanon time ] My dad was messed up and had issues. Hurt us all a lot. Mom got fed up and killed him, then herself.
[ There's a pause there, and he looks at his hands. It can't be seen, but he's seen his fair share of blood, too. He talks a big game about killing people, doing it as part of his job. It's not the best job in the world, and Samatoki would be the biggest liar in the world if he said this was what he wanted to do growing up.
He had bigger dreams back then, when he was younger. All that had to stop when his family shrunk. He had to give those dreams up to give Nemu a future. It's unfortunate how her future was formed because of crime and underground dealings since Samatoki joined the yakuza at an early age.
... Does he blame himself? Hell no, but he wishes he could have been the one to kill his father instead. Maybe then, things would be different. His mom wouldn't have—
His hands ball into fists, clenches them twice as his brows furrow. The anger he's feeling is palpable from the aura he gives off, but he's somehow maintaining a straight face. When his red eyes flicker over to meet Kitsuno's, though, it's as if he can turn back time. He's reliving the memory. ]
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Headcanon time] My dad was messed up and had issues. Hurt us all a lot. Mom got fed up and killed him, then herself.[ There's a pause there, and he looks at his hands. It can't be seen, but he's seen his fair share of blood, too. He talks a big game about killing people, doing it as part of his job. It's not the best job in the world, and Samatoki would be the biggest liar in the world if he said this was what he wanted to do growing up.
He had bigger dreams back then, when he was younger. All that had to stop when his family shrunk. He had to give those dreams up to give Nemu a future. It's unfortunate how her future was formed because of crime and underground dealings since Samatoki joined the yakuza at an early age.
... Does he blame himself? Hell no, but he wishes he could have been the one to kill his father instead. Maybe then, things would be different. His mom wouldn't have—
His hands ball into fists, clenches them twice as his brows furrow. The anger he's feeling is palpable from the aura he gives off, but he's somehow maintaining a straight face. When his red eyes flicker over to meet Kitsuno's, though, it's as if he can turn back time. He's reliving the memory. ]
I should've done it.