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Since this season is coming up soon, why not make THAT scene worse with this chapter.

Plus I'm craving angst

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You stared at the empty chair, Nighteye clapped when you went up to present your project.

But no matter how much he clapped, his face showed that he knew it wouldn't fill your father's empty chair.

You bit back tears and shifted your body towards the box containing the project you spent weeks making to show your father and make him proud.

You rubbed your hands against your thighs as they shushed the little crowd of parents down.

You began talking, and surely enough you were already info dumping.

They were listening too, you presented your work and they looked awed by what you'd made.

You seen the door open, your father peeked in and seen you were already speaking, he slowly and quietly made his way to his seat.

Looking the same as everyday, beaten up and tired, that's all you seen your whole life.

His shirt was slipping off, he held onto it long enough to listen to you finish your sentence.

It was mandatory to pass your project to test if it was steady, like a trial and error.

As each person inspected it with awe, someone pointed out your father, and just by the way everyone's face lit up, you knew you were about to be forgotten by them.

They all jumped up and ran to him, pulling things from their pockets to get it signed by them.

Dropping your hard work in the process, trampling over it, just for ink on an object.

You stood there, still and speechless, your body or mind wouldn't let you even think about grabbing your project as it got crumbled to pieces in front of you, your body turned you around and walked out.

And once you were out of sight? Tears erupted and you slid onto the floor, a quiet sob, tears of anger, sadness, disappointment and every emotion under the sun.

The door creaked and someone bent down in front of you. "[y/n], it's okay." You pulled you closer and held you tightly as you sobbed, soaking his suit in tears.

"I don't get why they can't just notice me without bringing him up, I just wanna be praised for my hard work without anything going wrong!"

Nighteye stayed silent, he slowly let go and picked you up. "Wanna go skating?" You shrugged, you've never been.

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"I wanna go home." You complained as your feet slipped underneath you, threatening to throw you to the ground.

Nighteye shook his head and grabbed your hands. "We just got here, you can't quit without even trying."

"Yes I can."

"So you'd take a few steps of the race and turn around? How will you ever know if you can make it?" Those words left a stain in your head, like coffee on a nice white shirt.

So you huffed but let go of his hand, you gave yourself a push, it was quite nice but it ended as soon as it started.

Your foot slipped and you went plummeting forward, your nose inches away from smashing against the hard ice.

He threw his body forwards, sliding in his knees to catch you.

The echo of the smash of his knees against ice still replaying in your mind as he checked your face.

"Are you okay?" He tilted and moved your head, examining every part of your face.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him for minutes as other people skated by it felt as though more people disappeared by the minute.

And you could see who was truly ALWAYS there to support you, like a cast and a crutch.

Eventually it was only you and your 'uncle.' The one who had no real connection but was more family than your actually relatives.

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He sectioned your hair, no real idea on what to do but trying anyways.

"Who do you think I'm gonna marry?" You blurted out, Nighteye hummed. "Someone kind, strong and someone who won't be afraid to defend you!"

You looked up with an annoyed expression. "Like actually, just tell me!" He shook his head. "You'll know your true love, I'm not a matchmaker, y/n."

"I hope you'll walk me down the aisle, like in those movies."

"That's a job that your dad must do." You shook your head and he tried to re part it to no avail.

"No, I want you to do it, promise you will." You held your pinky out, waiting for him to interlock his pinky.

"Promise."

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When your father almost died, he was there, with Recovery girl, promising that your father would live.

So when they got in a fight and they both broke apart, no longer working together, you felt as though your whole world had a large crack in it.

There wasn't one memory you could think of where it wasn't about him or he wasn't in the back ground.

There wasn't a time where you sobbed over something big like a broken finger or small like not wanting to go to bed and he wasn't there to wipe your tears and tell you to keep going.