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Nobody saw it coming.
He was acting just fine all day, until he wasn't.
Matsuzou had just come home after a long day of work, the love of his life preparing dinner while all of his sons, but one, were out. He noticed the fourth-born's shoes were sitting in the genkan. He didn't pay much time to them, though, as he had to use the restroom. Quickly taking off his shoes, Matsuzou rushed to the bathroom until he noticed there was glass everywhere.
The mirror that sat over the sink at the end of the hallway was shattered into pieces, drops of blood splattered near some of the shards. A feeling of dread washed over him, and he quickly broke open the bathroom door, where he noticed his son, Ichimatsu, sobbing, his arms covered in blood and in his hands a shard of the glass.
"Dad..." hiccupped Ichimatsu, his puffy, red eyes wide in shock, but before he could say anything else, his father pulled him into a hug and pried the broken mirror shard out of his hands. "No..." begged Ichimatsu, tears starting to stream again, "No! Let me go! You shitty dad! I hate you! Let me go!" he cried and yelled, punching and kicking his dad, trying to reach the broken glass. Matsuzou took every hit and insult that came his way.
Hearing the commotion, Matsuyo walked over to see what happened, her eyes wide in shock as she called an ambulance upon seeing what happened.
Ichimatsu continued his tantrum until the blood loss caught up to him, bringing forth a wave of dizziness. He could feel his father's hand caress his messy hair while saying something that Ichimatsu couldn't comprehend. The cotton that seemed to muffle his ears apparently reached his mouth as it felt so incredibly dry.
"Ichimatsu! Stay with me...! L-Lets count to ten, ok?" cried Matsuzou, trying to both keep Ichimatsu awake and stop the bleeding. He laid Ichimatsu down and raised his arm while applying pressure to the wound, trying to keep him alive.
"Dad..." croaked Ichimatsu, barely conscious as he leaned his head on his dad's leg, trying to let Matsuzou know that he's still alive, albeit barely.
"Ichimatsu...! It's okay, you're okay, just breathe with me, 'kay son?" said Matsuzou, "One..." he breathed.
"Heh... that's... that's my name," weakly chuckled Ichimatsu, before cringing at the pain assaulting his arms.
"Yeah, you're Ichimatsu because you're the number one thing that happened to me, 'kay? Stay with me now..." said Matsuzou, his voice trembling as tears threatened to spill, which he couldn't allow, especially in front of his son. Ichimatsu simply smiled at the fact as the sound of sirens became clearer and clearer.