Warning: Verbal Fighting

Note: This is from my own experience of being told I'm supposed to be a woman and shoving all of the typical women's stuff at me. So please don't be mean about it. Thank you<3

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"Freedom is something that someone like me will never see. I will always be trapped in the chains of imprisonment." - Saltine_Cracker

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A chain. A simple chain is holding you back. The chain that is your mother.

The number of times you had to become a visually pleasing woman, but there's an issue. You like playing sports.  Your mother got upset at the slight fact that you didn't want to be the perfect woman. The perfect woman is said to have the best life and your mother fully believed that it would be best for you to become the perfect woman ever. 

Yeah, that didn't go as planned. Your mother was telling you about the baking club they were starting up in the school, you can't bake for the life of you. The fashion/fabric club was next on your mother's list of clubs you could join, but you didn't like the touch of the fabric they were going to use throughout the entire year. 

"What about soccer? I was very into Soccer when I was your age. Plus they need people for their team and practice." Your father said and your mother glared a hole through his skull. 

"Are you kidding me? Y/N is a girl, she isn't meant for sports." Your mother said, her voice got so irritating to you and your dad.

"Hmm... I quite like the idea of playing a sport. I haven't tried soccer yet." You said and your mother looked as if she was about to cry. 

"You can't be serious Y/N. You're going to ruin yourself." Your mother yelled at you as if she was going to change her mind. That wasn't going to happen. 

"I'm going to do the club. You can't change my mind."

That you did. The very next day you went to practice and you loved it. The passion you had while playing was enough to catch Meguru's eyes. You felt his gaze upon your whole body. You had never felt fear until now. 

You were prey to the famous monster known as Meguru Bachira.

His simple gaze was enough for you to freak out whenever you felt it, but it also gave you the passion to go on and play harder than ever. 

Over the months it goes easier to bare your mother's wrath of making sure you are the perfect woman. 

She would bleach your hair and Bachira would say that he liked your natural hair better.

She would make you wear makeup and Bachira would wipe it off and say how much better you looked without makeup. 

She would make you wear skirts, and Bachira would just say that he liked you when you were in the soccer uniform. 

Everything she did, Bachira liked you in your natural state. 

Eventually, your mother caught onto what was happening, and your mother wasn't having any of it. So your mother went into your practice and did the worst thing ever. 

Bachira: Hey, so you need to act fast with dripping. 

Y/N: Ohh, so I just need to be more accurate and faster? 

Bachira: Most of it, but you also need to think faster on the field. 

M/N: Y/N! Come here right now!

Everyone started to look at your mother and you. Everyone was going to be very excited to see a daughter and mother fight. 

M/N: What did I tell you about boys?

Y/N: Don't be friends with them unless you are done everything to be the perfect woman. 

M/N: Correct and you are not the perfect woman so stop acting as if you care about that boy. 

Y/N: He's not just some boy, he is one of my closest friends. 

Bachira: *Shocked*

Y/N: He has been there for me when dad hasn't. You are a nightmare compared to any other parent. I don't want to be perfect, I want to be HUMAN! 

M/N: You aren't meant to be anything else other than perfect! 

Bachira: What type of parent are you? 

M/N: Excuse me? 

Bachira: You force your child to wear something she doesn't want! What kind of mother does that? 

M/N: A good one! 

Bachira: No! I'll tell you something, you're a shit mother. We are going Y/N. 

As he ended the fight he grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you off to his place. His place seems so wonderful. It was by far the most calming place to be that wasn't your house. You and Bachira just stayed there for hours. Several hours went by before it was dark.

Such a beautiful night to be with him. 

"You're going to stay here for now."

"What?"

"Y/N, you're free."

"I'm free?"

"From your mother, you don't have to wear those clothing items anymore, wear whatever you like."

"Like pants?"

"Yes, I will take you shopping for some new clothes tomorrow."

That he did, he made a whole day of things you weren't able to do with your mother's rules. You were finally relaxing around Bachira and his craziness. 

Somehow you got so comfortable that your hair started to become healthy, and you had such a genuine smile that Bachira finally saw what you looked like under all of that girly stuff. Your hair went back to its original state and you were comfortable around Meguru. You started calling him by his first name which he adored. He just adored you being you. Everything you did made him so happy.  

You saw how much Meguru looked at you. With such passion and pureness he started to fall hard for you. He gave you something that you couldn't have reached before, a sense of freedom. 

Freedom.

Such a simple thing. 

Something so simple as Meguru can release you from the chains that are of something holding you back. 

This new sense of freedom gave you the chance to be happy, to be happy with Meguru.

You were now free from the chains.