#kotokos suffering mostly happened OUTSIDE of her home

[haunted-xander]

Kotoko's breakdown right before her boss fight honestly breaks my heart

She wanted to be saved. She wanted to be saved but she wasn't and thats at least half of why she hates the adults so much because she COULD'VE been saved she COULD'VE escaped the situation but no one helped her so she just had to take it all and just :(((((

[most-likely-terrible-dr-imagines]

I agree one hundred percent, thank you for requesting!

- Modaca

Kotoko Utsugi

Having an older sibling to share her thoughts with were the best, she didn’t have to act around them and could truly be herself. All the emotions she showed were real, even if sometimes she’d have to break down crying, all of it was genuine.

You were as protective as you could be, but unfortunately you couldn’t do enough for her. More than anything, you wanted to get her away from all the bad things that happened to her. You were saving up the money so the two of you could run away, but due to still being too young to get a proper job that could pay more than minimum-wage and you were only able to get so many hours, that dream was far away.

It was rare but sometimes you were able to sneak her away from everything and spend the day with her. You’d spend the day spoiling her with whatever she wanted from the mall, which often added up but you didn’t mind. If it was to make her really happy, even for just a little while, it was worth it to see your little sister genuinely happy. 

“Look! Look!” You heard her call out to you as she ran up to the window of a children’s clothing store. After her eyes fully engulfed the beauty of what she had been looking at, she turned to you with a bright smile on her face. “Isn’t it just adorbs?” She asked, pointing towards a pink dress that it was in the window.

You glanced over to the dress that she had gotten to excited about, and you had to admit that she was right. It looked as if it were made for Kotoko, from the puffy skirt to the tasteful pink sequins. “Yeah it is pretty cute.” You told her, giving her a small pat on the head. “You wanna try it on?” 

“Really?” She asked excitedly, thinking that it would be too expensive so she hadn’t really asked but she did want to point it out. It couldn’t hurt to just try on, right?

You gave a happy nod. “Mhmm, come on.” You lightly adjusted your backpack before going inside the store, making sure that she was following behind you before going too far. 

It wasn’t long before you came out of the store with the pink dress and completely penniless, you could never tell your sister no even if she hadn’t even asked. She deserved nice things, and she deserved to be a kid. That’s all you wanted for her, so giving up money wasn’t that bad. 

Jataro Kemuri “What are you thinking about?” You called out to your little brother who had been absentmindedly staring out the window, it was something he did a lot when the two of you were alone. Even if the view outside of the shared room in your mother’s apartment (she spent a lot of time reminding the two of you it was hers, y’know in the few times she acknowledged the two of you) had simply been the brick wall of the apartment across from you, meaning there wasn’t much to look at. 

Moving the book you had been reading onto your lap, you curiously peered over at him. Despite it being the back of his head, you attempted to read his physical movements.

“I was just trying to figure it out...” He trailed off for a moment, almost forgetting to finish what he had been saying. “If you kissed a frog and it turned into a prince. Could you marry him?” Jataro asked, the tone of his voice sounded spacey. 

Laughing at his words, you got up from the bed and went over to him. “Why would you want me to do that?” You asked him, pulling him onto your lap. His back resting against your stomach as if you were a chair. 

“So we can leave Mama, and that way mama will be happy.” He said bluntly, his fabric covered fingers holding onto yours after they had wrapped around his shoulders. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, turning your head towards the brick building that was out the window. It was clear how your mother felt about the two of you, and it was clear that Jataro knew more than enough about his mother’s abuse. It just always hurt to know your younger brother was suffering, letting out a sigh you gripping onto his smaller hands. 

“It’ll be okay, one day the two of us can leave. We’ll let mama be happy and we can make ourselves a new life, a paradise, okay?” You asked, rubbing your thumb over where you assumed his knuckles were. 

“A paradise?”

Monaca Towa Even from outside of Towa Manor, despite the thick walls and insulation, one could hear the excited shrieks of two children even from the sidewalk. 

It had been a rare occasion where the two of you had been left alone, both your Father and Haiji had gone out to a meeting so the two of you had been left alone. Unbeknownst to you, this would probably be one of the only times you had left with her. 

She had just gotten her wheelchair, and out of worry that she would become depressed in her newfound state, you couldn’t just sit around and watch television with her. However, you two weren’t supposed to leave either which was a predicament. 

So you decided to bake with her, she had always shown a talent with baking so rather than ignore it like Father had; you wanted to help groom it, so the two of you would use up the flour quite a lot. Mainly due to the fact you would both get into little fights with the flour, at least when no one was home, and this was the cause of the pair of you. If anyone had been around to see it the two of you would never see the light of day again. 

After putting the cookies into the oven, you turned around to look at your sister. Her face was completely covered in white powder, causing you to give a lighthearted laugh. “You look ridiculous.” You said through piddles of laughter. 

“Oh yeah, I’m the one who looks ridiculous.” Monaca stared at you, but clearly laughing alongside you. However after a moment you realized you’d have to start cleaning, so you went to pick up a broom until-. “You don’t have to do that, Monaca can just have her invention help!” She told you, pressing a button on the remote in her pocket. Out walked the little black and white bear that was decked out in a maid outfit, it was all her design and you were so proud of her.

“I still can’t believe you made that.” You hummed, sitting on the counter as you observed the bear walking around. 

“It’s all thanks to Big Sis Ju- Monaca mean’s Big Sib Y/N!” She immediately corrected herself, causing you to give her a concerned glance. Who had she been talking about? “They’re part of the reason Monaca came up with it after all!”

If only you had asked her now, confronted her about it... Maybe then, you wouldn’t have met such an unfortunate fate.

Masaru Daimon When it comes to spending quality time with your little brother, there’s always one specific thing that he always wants to do with you. Something that makes your skin crawl... He wants you... To play sports.

You love your little brother to bits, and cherish all the time you have with him but unlike him you aren’t athletic in the slightest and he knows it. At this point you think that he asks you to play just so he can watch you struggle, and you wouldn’t hold it against him since... Watching you play was rather hilarious. 

Now was that time when you were able to go out by yourselves, you knew what was going to happen. It was like the feeling when you’re watching Jaws, you can hear the music playing and you know exactly what will happen but you’re still anxious. In this case, rather than music it was the sound of the loud steps Masaru took. 

Swiftly the door opened, hitting the door-stopper in the process which caused a thunderous ‘boom’ to echo through your mostly empty house. “Basketball!” He shouted, holding an orange ball over his head. He was equipped with his manly bandana and ready to go. 

You couldn’t tell him no, but you didn’t have to if you stayed silent. Even so, you watched as Masaru approached you and gently (but stubbornly) pressed the ball onto your face. “Common.” His voice dragged out as he momentarily took it off but then put it right back on your face after. “Loser buys winner ice cream.” 

‘Clearly he already knows I’m going to lose, for one thing he doesn’t have any money.’ You thought, sighing and finally responding to the eager beaver of a boy. “Fine, let’s go.” You told him, rolling your eyes playfully as he dragged out outside by your wrist. 

A few hours had past, and now the two of you sat inside a diner with ice cream placed in front of you. “Even if you weren’t the Super Duper Elementary level P.E., I still think you would’ve beaten me.” You say, licking your ice cream cone while trying to forget about the many, many bandages that had been pressed onto your skin. 

“Well duh, no offense big sib, but you have no idea what you’re doing. You don’t even know how to plant your feet, it’s how I knocked you over so many times.” He gave a blaring laugh. 

“Oh don’t worry, I know.”