So I found your writing a few months ago, and I have to start with how much I love it: seriously, right now, every couple weeks I'll just re-read the entirety of Designation Miracle, because it's great. In one of my most recent re-reads, I came across a one of the one-shots from the first Stories of Designation Miracle, where Furihata builds Gold an altar, and Akashi requests his help building one at his house. I was wondering, for a short prompt, how did Masaomi react? Thanks!
There are days when Masaomi is convinced no one will ever be able to understand his son better than him.
That is, after all, why he chose to adopt Seijuurou in the first place. Because he was confident that he understood the kid in a way no one else could.
He knows that the JSDF soldiers—the other people who became guardians for the Teiko Projects—he knows what they are trying to do. They are trying to normalize the Miracles; expose them to what a human family would be like, and given time, teach them how to be a human and how to interact with other people.
In principle, Masaomi can appreciate the theory, but he fundamentally believes they are wrong. The Miracles will never be normal and why is that even something worth accomplishing anyhow? With every fiber of his being, he loathes the idea of taking an extraordinary child and wearing them down until they become ordinary; removing every single thing about them that shines until they resemble everyone else.
It was something the adults in his life had tried often enough when he was a child, and it was the one thing he swore he would never do to a child of his own.
But there are times when, occasionally, he thinks he doesn’t understand Seijuurou at all.
The revelation about the second personality did not come as a surprise, but strangely, the reason behind it had. And now he stares at the altar in Seijuurou’s room and he’s surprised once again, but he can’t fully pinpoint why.
Perhaps because you didn’t expect him to care, says a particularly nasty inner voice that Masaomi tends to ignore most days. Perhaps because you lost everyone in your family and never shed a tear and you didn’t expect he would either.
Masaomi pointedly tells the nasty inner voice to fuck off.
But that thing that might be the remnant tatters of his conscience is probably correct. He hadn’t expected Seijuurou to mourn anyone. Masaomi always made a point of trying not to; it’s hard to wrap his head around the fact that Seijuurou might be different.
Seijuurou might be more human than you after all.
Masaomi continues to ignore this inner voice.
“What are you doing in my room, father?”
“Invading your privacy. It’s my right as your parent, after all. Check for alcohol, porn, marijuana. You know the like.”
He turns and smiles at Seijuurou, who absolutely knows that Masaomi had been looking at the altar—Gold, Masaomi recalls—but he doesn’t say anything, so Masaomi doesn’t.
Later, Masaomi will think how perhaps it is just as well that Seijuurou is normal in this one way. His own way of handling grief is (admittedly) not particularly healthy. It is just as well that Seijuurou is not like him in mourning.
The world is surely better off, at any rate.
A/N: Thank you, friend! I’m glad you enjoy my stories! I am so sorry for how long this took. The original hold up was I knew I was going to be writing Masaomi’s finding out about Gold in the MasaYou story so I wasn’t quite sure how to write this one without going into spoilers for that story. I have now written that scene in that really long story I am writing, and so this is somewhat a reaction to something you will read more about later on! Thanks for the prompt!
(ALSO thank you so much for your lovely replies to the announcement of my new project =D They were so amazing and made me feel even more guilty for how long this prompt has taken but I had it ready for you and now I am posting it and thank you forever!!!)