#Aunt Sis was totally waiting at home with some beers and an action movie they both loved as kids

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#80 with Syntax and Min Yi. GIVE ME THE FATHER DAUGHTER CONTENT! - Pixel Anon

Sensory prompts

80. someone pulling away from a hug you wish would last longer (oh god you people are gonna kill me)

This kinda got away from me for obvious reasons, those being i love writing feels and the next thing i knew i was three pages deep

so enjoy your requested feels Pixel anon!

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It was Minyi's first day going back to school after their family had been reunited. No matter how loathe Syntax was to let her leave his side—as just having his daughter nearby was doing such good things on his twisted up mind, he might even recover his real name before the month was out—he had to acknowledge that his sister couldn't call her in sick forever just for his sake. Minyi was too brilliant to keep her from school. No matter if she was just as reluctant to return as he was in letting her go.

She'd been holding his hand the entire walk—instead of just while crossing the street like it used to be—and had messed with her hair and glasses until he couldn't really see her face, other than the hint of teeth as she bit on the sleeve of her jacket nervously. Much to his embarrassment every so often he'd found himself forgetting which way to go and relying on his six-year-old's currently superior memory to keep them on the right path.

And soon enough there they were. Minyi made a noise of distress and let go of his hand to bury her face into the back of his jacket, her little arms wrapping around his legs and squeezing for all she could squeeze.

“Come on sweetie, you need to go back to school.” though he wouldn't deny his own heart ached. It hadn't been long at all that they'd been reunited, and if he were being completely honest (and utterly selfish) he also wanted nothing more than to lift his little girl up and walk away, go somewhere else for the morning and afternoon and simply lie to his sister—what is her name what is her name what kind of brother forgets his own sisters name—when they got home. But he couldn't do that, he was done being a villain.

“Don't wanna.” She mumbled into his jacket. Syntax sighed and took either of her hands in his own, even without the spider venom still lingering in his system he would be able to pry her off easily, but he just needed to be able to turn and crouch until he was eye level with her.

His baby's eyes were big and full of tears—and Minyi was never a crocodile crier, even if something was silly in the long run when she cried it was always sincere—she sniffled pathetically into her sleeve when he let her arms go and his heart cracked.

“Minyi, tell me what's wrong.” He put his hands on her shoulders and for a moment thought she wouldn't answer, but Minyi pushed her glasses back up into her hair—she only wore her glasses when she needed them or when she didn't want people to see her face, how did he remember that but forgot what she was allergic to? what kind of father forgets—and began to chew on her sleeve again.

“'m scared.” she finally mumbled around the fabric.

“What are you scared of?” Some part of him he didn't remember existing before—perhaps his natural protective instinct had fused with the aggressive spider instinct without his knowledge—was raving at the possibility that at some point in his absence his daughter had been bullied, by either other children or heavens forbid one of her teachers, and it had been bad enough to make her afraid to return to school, and was wondering how to best step in on such an event when-

“That you're gonna get stolen again.” When his baby decided to just break his heart in one fell swoop.

For a moment he was too stunned to really respond, other parents and other children were passing them by, shooting furtive glances as they likely didn't recognize him as Minyi's father anymore. They wouldn't recognize him, why would they? Who would look at what he was now, this purple and green monstrosity with metal rods that would jut out of his back and teeth sharp enough to rend flesh and think to themselves that this was the same human technician that once walked his daughter to school almost every day? They wouldn't. Because now he was a monster, something not human anymore but not quite demon enough something in between and uncanny and—

He pressed Minyi to his chest in as tight a hug as he could without hurting her. Her little arms wrapped around his neck and pulled with as much might as she could give, and for a moment it felt like iron against him. A force he couldn't even hope to break through.

“That's not gonna happen.” the conviction in his tone surprised even him. “I will never let anything, anything like that happen again. Ever. You hear me?”

Minyi's voice was so quiet if her face wasn't buried in his collarbone he likely wouldn't have been able to make out her response.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

She gave another pathetic sniff and—far too soon in his personal opinion—pulled away. He bunched a bit of his sleeve into his hand to wipe at her cheeks until the tears began to dry, and it wasn't until she bunched up her (non-chewed upon) sleeve in her hand to wipe his own face did he realize that a few tears had slipped through without him realizing as well.

“Okay.” She finally ceded, voice still weak and wobbly. “Will you pick me up when school's over?”

At least that had an easy answer. “I'll be right here the second you get out.” Absolutely nothing would be able to keep him away at this point.

Minyi nodded to herself, gaze down to the ground for a moment before she pulled her glasses back over her face and smiled widely.

“Okay then! I love you! Buh-bye!” She took advantage of him still being crouched and pressed a big kiss to his cheek before turning on her heel and running off.

“Love you too!” But she was already inside the school building.

Oh, how he didn't want to let her out of his sight right now. But far too soon her little head of messy hair vanished in a sea of children and he had no reason to be here until the afternoon when it came time for her to come home. Oh, how wrong it felt to be apart after so short a time back together. He had to be mature about this, Minyi was only six, but she wasn't a baby anymore—He remembered her as a baby, when she'd first come into the world all wrinkly and screaming her displeasure for the entire hospital to hear and he was completely deaf to the wailing because he'd never instantly loved something before but she'd stolen his entire heart the very moment he'd seen her—he couldn't smother her, even if it had been so long that they'd been apart and such a short time they'd been reunited. She needed to return to life as a normal child.

And he needed to be okay with that.

And he was.

He was.

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