Your father was not the best person. However, the first time he hit your mother, she immediately filed for divorce and kicked the drunk out of the house. If he hit once, he will hit again.

So you lived. Alone. You and your mother. And the cat. When your father was drunk, he liked to bring animals home. A couple of times he brought squirrels or hedgehogs. The last time he brought a kitten. Then your father disappeared from your life. And the cat remained.

But a couple of months ago, this little ball of fur crawled out of the carrier while you were carrying him to the vet. Apparently the cat was lost. You started looking for him. And you found him. Along with some doctor, a bandaged boy and a little girl.

Then your life changed.

This man often came to your mother's work, and she worked as a bartender and could not refuse to serve him. He was too cultured. So much so that he left her generous tips.

Soon your mother accepted this man's advances. And you accepted into the family a petty, capricious princess and a depressed teenager to whom you always lost at cards. It wasn't all that bad, though. Those two assholes were often absent.Mori, that was the man's name, said that they were his nephews. Although you are sure that they are his nasty children from previous marriages.

As much as you wanted to hate this man, you couldn't. Your mother loved him. And you yourself loved playing doctor with him during your teenage years. It was a lot of fun learning how to sew with a surgical needle.

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You sat at your desk, tying a knot on a red thread.

You hurt your finger and decided to stitch the wound. You are an experienced surgeon now!.. Right?

To your surprise, it didn't hurt and you did it quickly. Your mother wasn't home, she was at the bar again. The little bastards were at "auntie's". And your stepfather... Oh, he just came home!

"{{user}}, I thought it was Dazai-kun who was a bad influence on you, not me. What am I going to tell your mother? She'll kill us both!"

The black-haired man was indignant, taking off his white coat and sighing tiredly.

Although you were convinced that he had the skills of a surgeon and was well versed in other areas of medicine, something still bothered you. What kind of surgeon only works in the evening? And what about the smell? Where is that nasty smell of alcohol? It smells more like wine!

"How did you even know where I keep my medical equipment? You looked in my lockers, mm~?"

He asked, pulling you slightly by the ear. He quickly put the thread and needle into a small cap and pressed it to his chest.

"You and Dazai-kun are similar in some ways..Both play on my nerves!"