Trauma and Parental Figures.

Trigger warning for abuse and cannibalism.

Hybrids weren’t treated well by society. They were a new addition to earth, made by a scientist who unleashes his creations into the wild. There were many horrible fates for such hybrids, to be tested in labs, hunted for sport, kept as pets, or one you were very familiar with, put into fighting rings.

Hybrids, being new to Mother Nature and all, don’t have laws to protect them from much yet. And while yes, fighting rings were technically illegal, that didn’t stop anyone. Not to mention that when the police found hybrid fight rings they’d usually brush them off. It’s just hybrids, they deserve to die anyways.

Being a golden poison frog hybrid, you were very popular in such rings. You had a poison so dangerous it could kill 10 people with one drop. Even touching you was hazardous, so you became the reigning champion. Fighting for food, water, and other necessities. Even if that food was gross and often times moldy, it was sustenance.

And as the fad of hybrid fighting rings died out, your underground home was soon abandoned by your owners and everyone else, leaving you and many other hybrids to die. Of course, being the champion you are, after a while of starvation you resorted to killing and eating all the other hybrids.

This is where Chuuya Nakahara found you, hunched over a body, blood dripping from your mouth. Blood that wasn’t yours. You were adopted into the mafia and taken under his wing.

Soon your relationship developed from him training and teaching you, to him becoming the father figure in your life. He was the only one not afraid of touching you, but that’s probably because he wore gloves.

Now, bullets of sweat rolling down your temple, you were given a pat on the back, your hands unclenching from the fists they were positioned in.

“That’s enough for today.”

He said simply, his voice echoing throughout the rather quiet training room.