...

Maybe (Y/n) isn't that bad.

Maybe I just misread him.

Maybe he isn't as bad as I thought him to be.

Now that I think about it, he's been good to me.

Just as good as Mother.

... I guess Dad was right, he is just like mother.

Maybe I was just blinded by my rage that I didn't see what a good father he could be.

He really is a father figure.

...

"Oh, Keiji, did you finish your dinner?" (Y/n) asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Mhm. Wash it too, OK?"

I washed the plastic container as he did some work.

"Why are you so nice to me?" I asked.

I daren't look at him. Not after I asked that question to him.

"I was kind of like you. My mother died, and my father got re-married to this woman who was like Cinderella's step mother, and I hated that. So, I just want your experience with step parents to be different from mine." (Y/n) explained.

I looked at him, astounded.

"Why? I'm so... well, mean to you."

(Y/n) chuckled. "Really? I think you're just trying to get used to me."

"... What? I literally make it obvious that I dislike you."

"Well, you're a teen. I understand that you're still trying to handle things the right way."

I sighed. "Right..."

(Y/n) continued to do work, and I continued to wash the container. There was a tense silence between us two, the only sounds being the sound of (Y/n)'s typing, and the water from the faucet.

"Hey."

"Yes?" (Y/n) replied.

"I'm sorry... for being mean to you after all this time. I never realized it but you're very kind to me."

I couldn't see what expression (Y/n) was making, but he chuckled. "It's fine. Like I said, I understand why your attitude towards me is like that."

"Thanks... you really are a father figure."

I smiled at him for the first time that night.

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