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๐‘บ๐‘ถ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ป๐‘ถ ๐‘ช๐‘ถ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ถ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ ๐‘ป๐‘ถ

โ€œhey, siri. call-โ€ elena barely got her sentence out when her phone began to ring. she made her way to the counter and peered at her phone before answering it.

โ€œhello?โ€

โ€œhey, cariรฑa. how are you feeling?โ€ her husbandโ€™s soft voice came from the phone.

โ€œi feel fine, mi amor. you know, i was actually just about to call you.โ€

โ€œwere you? we must be in sync,โ€ elena could hear the smile in his voice, โ€œi wanted to let you know iโ€™m on my way to get the girls, and then iโ€™ll be on the way home.โ€

as elena opened her mouth to respond, there was a knock at the door.

โ€œhm, well iโ€™ll see you when you get here. te amo, miguel,โ€ though she spoke with pure adoration, most of elenaโ€™s attention was on the door.

โ€œte amo, mi esposa.โ€

as the call came to an end, elena made her way to the door. before opening it, she pressed her ear against in an attempt to recognize a voice coming from the other side of the door.

โ€œ.. and weโ€™re gonna be friendly and respectful, and weโ€™re not gonna play with our web shooters, alright?โ€

โ€œi know, dad. whatโ€™s taking him so long to open the door?โ€

โ€œyou donโ€™t what heโ€™s doing. that might not even be his car in the driveway, may.โ€

may?

โ€œwho is it?โ€ though she had an idea of who was behind the door, elena wanted to be sure.

โ€œoh- uh, my name is peter! iโ€™m looking for miguel oโ€™hara?-โ€

โ€œand iโ€™m mayday!โ€

taking a deep breath, elena unlocked and opened the door, leaving the door chain in place as a precautionary measure.

as she peaked through the small crack, elena looked up and saw a man. he appeared to be pushing fifty, his hair peppered with gray strands. dressed appropriately for the transitioning weather, peter had on creme colored knitted sweater and jeans. mayday had on an army green sweater dress, her wild curls slightly tamed and tied up in a ponytail.

โ€œwhy are you looking for miguel?โ€ elena had an inkling of a feeling as to why, but she wasnโ€™t one hundred percent sure.

โ€œwell, we used to work together, ya know? and itโ€™s been a while so i figured nothing wrong with checking in,โ€ peter had a gentle smile on his face, but his emphasis on โ€˜work togetherโ€™ left a nauseous feeling in elenaโ€™s stomach.

strangely enough, though, being seven months pregnant will also do that.

โ€œare you sure youโ€™re not here about work?โ€

at elenaโ€™s question, peter raised an eyebrow. after a silent minute, peter relaxed his body and gave elena a bright smile.

โ€œheโ€™s told you, right? about our adventures? i promise iโ€™m only here as a friend.โ€

elenaโ€™s stared at the man for a short while before softly closing the door in peter and mayโ€™s face, leaving father and daughter in shock.

click!

the door opened, revealing elenaโ€™s 5โ€™2 figure. she pulled the door back, allowing the two enough room to get inside her home.

โ€œthank you,โ€ peter gave the much shorter woman a kind smile, one which she returned.

as may got settled on the couch, peter took a look at all the pictures on the mantle and on the walls. as he came across a picture of miguel cradling his younger daughter for the first time, peter turned to elena.

โ€œhow long have the two of you been together?โ€

elena looked at the picture and smiled, vividly remembering the day she brought her little Isabella into the world.

โ€œwe met a few months after i had gabriella, so about seven years.โ€

at that, peter did a double take.

โ€œwait, so gabriella isnโ€™t his?โ€

โ€œbiologically, no. but miguel is the only father sheโ€™s ever known, and heโ€™s been around since essentially the beginning,โ€ elena got a bit defensive; though she knew he meant no harm, the way peter worded his question didnโ€™t sit right with her.

โ€œof course, of course. i meant no disrespect. it just shocked me because of..โ€ peter trailed off, but elena knew what he was going to say.

โ€œi know,โ€ elenaโ€™s voice was soft, โ€œhe told me about her.โ€

peter gave the woman a soft look before moving along and stopped at a more recent picture.

โ€œwhoโ€™s this kid?โ€

the kid in question was a young man in his early twenties. it wasnโ€™t his cheeky grin or the glint of mischief in his eyes that caught peterโ€™s attention.

it was the mostly striking resemblance he saw in himself.

as elena looked at the picture she chuckled a bit. sheโ€™d have to call him later.

โ€œactually, thatโ€™s peter. heโ€™s an intern at miguelโ€™s office. he babysits our girls sometimes.โ€

โ€œah, i shoulda known,โ€ peter b. chuckled out.

the two moved over to the couch where mayday had gotten ahold of the remote and was surfing through channels before landing on disney channel.

โ€œoh!โ€ elena exclaimed, โ€œiโ€™m sorry, i just realized i never introduced myself. my name is elena.โ€

peter let out a hearty laugh before saying, โ€œitโ€™s lovely to meet you, elena.โ€

as he got comfortable, peter continued, โ€œso, howโ€™d you two meet?โ€

๐‘บ๐‘ถ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ป๐‘ถ ๐‘ช๐‘ถ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ถ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ ๐‘ป๐‘ถ

as miguelโ€™s mini suv got closer to his home, the manโ€™s nerves increasingly got worse. he couldnโ€™t explain it, but something felt off to him.

โ€œpapi! i show you โ€˜n mami my drawing!โ€

at two years old, isabella was a bit of a fire cracker. the concept of an indoor voice hasnโ€™t registered in her little mind, and she was incredibly demanding.

terrible twos, right?

through a chuckle, miguel simply responded with, โ€œi canโ€™t wait to see it, mi princesa.โ€

turning into the driveway, miguel stared at his familyโ€™s home. as he moved to gather isabella from her car seat, gabriella grabbed her bag and rushed to the front door, waiting impatiently for her dad to unlock it.

with isa in his arms, miguel walked up the driveway. in an effort to be discreet, he gently pushed gabriella out from in front of the door. if someone unfamiliar was inside their home, heโ€™d need his kids to get as far as way as possible, as soon as possible.

with a slow turn and push, the front door was open. the first thing miguel spotted was his pretty wife, her manicured hands resting on the swelling of her belly โ€” yet another girl.

the second was the little red head girl sitting on his couch under his throw blanket watching his telenovela.

the third was the wide smile on the face of the man standing in his living room.

ay dios mรญo.

โ€œmiguel, old buddy! itโ€™s been waaaaay too long! how ya been?โ€ completely ignoring the look of utter defeat on miguelโ€™s face, peter walked over with arms open wide in preparation for the long awaited reunion.

โ€œnot long enough. how and why are you here?โ€ Miguel dodged the hug, instead moving toward elena to deposit their little one reaching for her mama.

โ€œyour ears arenโ€™t bleeding, are they, amor?โ€ he asked with a kiss to her temple. she chuckled lightly, shaking her head no.

โ€œpeterโ€™s been fine. iโ€™ll take isa so you guys can catch up.โ€

miguel slouched on the couch while elena left with Isabella on her hip. with gabriella dragging may to her room, the two men were left alone.

โ€œelena says sheโ€™s a stay at home,โ€ peter spoke first, either unaware or uncaring about his friendโ€™s dread.

โ€œshe is. peter, why are you here?โ€

peter took a minute to examine his friend. there was white sprinkled in his hair, which was a little longer than it was the last time they saw each other. there were light bags under his eyes, but he didnโ€™t look tired. he looked.. content.

โ€œbelieve it or not, i missed you, man. i wanted to see how youโ€™ve been and then i found out you had a whole family and i just.. iโ€™m happy for you.โ€

miguel looked at the man standing in front of him. heโ€™d toned down the smile, but there was still joy in his expression, albeit more subtle. the crows feet were prominent on his face even without a smile there.

โ€œโ€ฆ what do you wanna know that she hasnโ€™t already told you?โ€

peterโ€™s eyes shined.

โ€œeverything.โ€

๐‘บ๐‘ถ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ป๐‘ถ ๐‘ช๐‘ถ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ถ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ ๐‘ป๐‘ถ

โ€œ- and this is gabi after her first soccer game.โ€

miguel had pulled out the photo albums he and his wife used to document their lives together.

โ€œwow! man, i gotta say it: for you to have this great life and all you had to do was wai-โ€

โ€œwait,โ€ miguel cut him off.

โ€œyeah! all you had to do was-โ€

โ€œno. shut up,โ€ he was looking towards the stairs.

โ€œโ€ฆ whatโ€™s wrong?โ€ peter whispered, having no clue what triggered his closest friend.

as he stood, miguel responded, โ€œgabi is never this quiet with company over.โ€

and with that, he made his way up the stairs taking two at a time, quiet yet efficient. peter wasnโ€™t far behind.

miguel opened the door to his oldest daughterโ€™s room. laid on the bed in the middle of the room were the two young girls stretched out every which way, completely knocked out. peter smiled as he watched the man deflate.

he went across the room to shake his daughter awake. with a groan, she sat up and promptly crawled up her fatherโ€™s back, silently demanding a piggyback ride. with the girl gathered on his back, peter turned to his friend.

โ€œwell, i guess itโ€™s time for me to get this one home to her mama. you mind?โ€

miguel pressed the buttons on peterโ€™s wristband, opening the portal into what looked like mayโ€™s bedroom. as he stepped forward, miguel called out to him.

โ€œpeter.โ€

he turned around and raised an eyebrow, prompting the man to continue.

โ€œit wasโ€ฆ nice. to see you, i mean.โ€

โ€œahh, it sucks that iโ€™ve got my girl on my back. i wouldโ€™ve given you a great hug, man.โ€

โ€œโ€ฆ get out of my house.โ€

๐‘บ๐‘ถ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ป๐‘ถ ๐‘ช๐‘ถ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ถ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ ๐‘ป๐‘ถ

by the time miguel got gabriella properly situated in her bed, put dinner away, and made it into his bedroom, it was pushing 11 oโ€™clock at night. elena was sitting up in their bed, little isabella sprawled out at the foot asleep.

โ€œmi amor, where are her pants?โ€

โ€œi got up to go to the bathroom and when i came back, she was just standing in the bed chewing on the pants leg. she wouldnโ€™t let me put them back on her,โ€ elena responded, smiling softly at the little one.

miguel chuckled softly as he gathered the toddler in his arms. as she was moved, she began to whine around her pacifier.

โ€œoh, i know, mija. weโ€™re gonna go sleep in your pretty princess bed,โ€ miguel cooed at her, rubbing her back.

as he paced slowly, soothing their daughter, elena smiled at her husband.

โ€œhow was your evening?โ€

miguel sighed. elena knew he was about say something along the lines of a complaint, but the truth was written all over his face before he even began.

โ€œhe asked so many questions, my love. And every time i would get around answering them, heโ€™d ask a million more it felt like. and he kept saying how beautiful you are-โ€

โ€œaw, thatโ€™s sweet.โ€

โ€œ- and obviously i know that. how else would you be pregnant right now? and he was saying how nice it is that i have this family to come home to everyday andโ€ฆ yeah. it was all very repetitive. i wouldโ€™ve preferred to be lying down with my beautiful wife.โ€

elena laughed at him. even though her husband did, in fact, complain about his night, she could tell he enjoyed seeing peter.

โ€œwell now that heโ€™s gone, thereโ€™s nothing stopping you from doing just that,โ€ she responded to him, smiling softly and patting his side of the bed.

miguel stopped his slow pacing and looked at his wife. her face was bare of any makeup, all of her blemishes and dark spots out for him to see. she had her hair tied back in a scarf and she was wearing what she affectionately called her โ€œgranny gown.โ€ miguel took notice of all of this.

โ€œevery time i look at you itโ€™s like i fall in love with you over and over again.โ€

elena cheesed at him and replied, โ€œhurry up and get her to bed so i can kiss you.โ€

it didnโ€™t take long to get from his bedroom to the nursery. when he came back, he quickly got ready for bed so he could spoon his wife. as he crawled into bed, miguel pressed three kisses to his wifeโ€™s lips before lying down behind her and wrapping his arms around her torso, his hands caressing where the youngest oโ€™hara slept.

โ€œsheโ€™s gonna be a daddyโ€™s girl, too. i can feel it,โ€ elena called out softly. miguel hummed in thought.

โ€œshe might surprise you. maybe sheโ€™ll be under her mama all the time like gabriella was.โ€

โ€œyes, and gabriella is a daddyโ€™s girl. youโ€™re proving my point, amor,โ€ elena retorted as she rubbed a thumb over miguelโ€™s hand. the man responded by pressing his lips to the womanโ€™s neck.

โ€œi love you, elena.โ€

there was so much overwhelming love in her husbandโ€™s voice that all she could do was repeat his words back to him.

as the two closed their eyes, miguel thought about what peter said to him earlier.

it is nice that I get to come home to this everyday.

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๐‘น๐‘ฌ๐‘จ๐‘ซ๐’€ ๐‘ญ๐‘ถ๐‘น ๐‘ณ๐‘จ๐‘ผ๐‘ต๐‘ช๐‘ฏ?

๐‘น๐‘ฌ๐‘จ๐‘ซ๐’€ ๐‘ญ๐‘ถ๐‘น ๐‘ณ๐‘จ๐‘ผ๐‘ต๐‘ช๐‘ฏ?

โœง ๐‘ค๐‘’๐‘™๐‘๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘ก! ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘œ๐‘ค๐‘› ๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘™ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘ก๐˜ฉ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”๐‘  ๐‘– ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘ก. ๐‘Ž๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘“ 03.30.2025, ๐‘–๐‘ก'๐‘  ๐‘˜๐‘–๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘ ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™, ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘– ๐˜ฉ๐‘œ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘’๐‘›๐‘—๐‘œ๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐˜ฉ๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘๐˜ฉ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘‘!

โœฆ ๐˜ˆ๐˜™๐˜Š๐˜ˆ๐˜•๐˜Œ: ๐˜“๐˜Œ๐˜ˆ๐˜Ž๐˜œ๐˜Œ ๐˜–๐˜ ๐˜“๐˜Œ๐˜Ž๐˜Œ๐˜•๐˜‹๐˜š โœฆ

โœง ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ข ๐˜น ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ! ๐˜”๐˜Š โœฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ

โœง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ข: ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ข ๐˜น ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ! ๐˜”๐˜Š โœฆ 00

โœง ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜น ๐˜–๐˜Š โœฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ

โœฆ ๐˜ˆ๐˜›๐˜›๐˜ˆ๐˜Š๐˜’ ๐˜–๐˜• ๐˜›๐˜๐˜›๐˜ˆ๐˜• | ้€ฒๆ’ƒใฎๅทจไบบ โœฆ

โœง ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜๐˜Š๐˜ด

โœฆ ๐˜‰๐˜“๐˜œ๐˜Œ ๐˜Œ๐˜ ๐˜Œ ๐˜š๐˜ˆ๐˜”๐˜œ๐˜™๐˜ˆ๐˜ โœฆ

โœง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ถ ๐˜น ๐˜–๐˜Š โœฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ถ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต

โœฆ ๐˜”๐˜  ๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜™๐˜– ๐˜ˆ๐˜Š๐˜ˆ๐˜‹๐˜Œ๐˜”๐˜๐˜ˆ | ๅƒ•ใผใใฎใƒ’ใƒผใƒญใƒผใ‚ขใ‚ซใƒ‡ใƒŸใ‚ข โœฆ

โœง ๐˜ด. ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ข๐˜ธ๐˜ข ๐˜น ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ! ๐˜–๐˜Š โœฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ถ

โœง ๐˜ฌ. ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜น 1-๐˜‰ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต! ๐˜–๐˜Š ๐˜—๐˜› ๐˜ โœฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด

โœง ๐˜ฌ. ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜น 1-๐˜‰ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต! ๐˜–๐˜Š ๐˜—๐˜› ๐˜๐˜ โœฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด

โœฆ ๐˜š๐˜—๐˜๐˜‹๐˜Œ๐˜™-๐˜”๐˜ˆ๐˜•: ๐˜ˆ๐˜Š๐˜™๐˜–๐˜š๐˜š ๐˜›๐˜๐˜Œ ๐˜š๐˜—๐˜๐˜‹๐˜Œ๐˜™-๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜™๐˜š๐˜Œ โœฆ

โœง ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ'๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜น ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ! ๐˜–๐˜Š โœฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ'๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข'๐˜ด ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต

๐‘น๐‘ฌ๐‘จ๐‘ซ๐’€ ๐‘ญ๐‘ถ๐‘น ๐‘ณ๐‘จ๐‘ผ๐‘ต๐‘ช๐‘ฏ?

โ€” ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜บ๐˜ข


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9 months ago

college classes start tomorrow so weโ€™re starting off strong with my favorite teacher.

College Classes Start Tomorrow So Weโ€™re Starting Off Strong With My Favorite Teacher.

ใ€๐˜”๐˜๐˜“๐˜‹ ๐˜š๐˜—๐˜–๐˜๐˜“๐˜Œ๐˜™๐˜š | ๐˜™๐˜Œ๐˜ˆ๐˜‹ ๐˜ˆ๐˜› ๐˜ ๐˜–๐˜œ๐˜™ ๐˜–๐˜ž๐˜• ๐˜‹๐˜๐˜š๐˜Š๐˜™๐˜Œ๐˜›๐˜๐˜–๐˜•ใ€‘

College Classes Start Tomorrow So Weโ€™re Starting Off Strong With My Favorite Teacher.

๐˜š๐˜๐˜•๐˜Ž๐˜“๐˜Œ ๐˜—๐˜ˆ๐˜™๐˜Œ๐˜•๐˜›!๐˜š๐˜๐˜–๐˜œ๐˜›๐˜ˆ ๐˜ˆ๐˜๐˜ก๐˜ˆ๐˜ž๐˜ˆ ๐˜Ÿ ๐˜‹๐˜–๐˜Š๐˜›๐˜–๐˜™!๐˜”๐˜Š

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College Classes Start Tomorrow So Weโ€™re Starting Off Strong With My Favorite Teacher.

gonna dive into shoutaโ€™s backstory before i introduce the mc.

for starters, he adopted his daughter (her name is kyoko in my drafts) when she was a few months old (her mom was murdered and her dad was on his way to serving a life sentence).

kyoko inherited a cat mutation quirk from her mom (the cuteness aggression somewhat influenced the hastily adoption) and a teleportation quirk from her father. at the ripe age of four, sheโ€™s shown up to shoutaโ€™s classroom more times than heโ€™d like.

the first time she asked abt her mama, shouta told her she went to go be with the stars.

she a little on the smaller side (preemie baby) and sheโ€™s a curious little sweetheart.

she loves coloring and going outside.

she loves her uncle zashi and aunt nemi.

she loves her big brother hito and her best friend kacchan.

and donโ€™t even get me started on her papa, she looks at him like he hung the stars just for her.

insert mc (my ocโ€™s name is suki). sheโ€™s the youngest of four. she came along much later so the rest of her family feels somewhat burdened by her.

thankfully her adolescence wasnโ€™t too terrible with her cousin, emi fukukado (โœจfor the plot โœจ), by her side.

sukiโ€™s quirk, heal, heals flesh wounds and broken bones. as long as sheโ€™s holding a conversation with the injured person, their wounds should heal quite nicely.

after realizing she couldnโ€™t legally use her quirk to help people, suki enrolled in the hero course of a small high school to get her hero license before going to med school.

shouta and suki meet during a night shift at the hospital just a few weeks before the Entrance Exam. heโ€™s injured and frantic and he doesnโ€™t wanna talk, he wants to get out this damn bed and go home.

who is suki to stop him?

(just kidding she threatened to sedate him if he didnโ€™t calm down)

they see each other again at a cat cafรฉ. suki is reading a new book when shouta walks in with kyoko im his arms. besides a half assed apology from shouta, they donโ€™t interact much.

the next time they see each other is after the USJ incident. shoutaโ€™s cooperative and suki does what she can, but the damage is so extensive that shouta still ends up in a full body cast.

at some point after the UA Sports Festival, the two begin spending time together that doesnโ€™t have to do with shouta being hurt.

they donโ€™t really cross the line separating friendship from romance until after he returns from the Forest Training Camp. shouta is set to speak at a press conference and - even though heโ€™s really expressing it - heโ€™s on edge. theyโ€™re not together but they are.

shortly after his class takes their Provisional Hero License Exams, shouta meets sukiโ€™s cousin at her apartment. imagine his surprise (and anguish) when he sees emi sitting at the dinner table.

shouta ghosts suki for a bit after the Shie Hassaikai raid, but sheโ€™s sure his reasoning is good enough. about a week later, he shows up at her apartment unannounced and tells her everything that transpired. her heart breaks for sir nighteye, but it shatters for eri.

shortly after the UA School Festival, suki meets shoutaโ€™s closest friends, nemuri kayama and hizashi yamada. thatโ€™s a story for another time, though.

shouta broaches the idea of introducing suki to his girls. his friends suggest inviting her over for christmas. when shouta asks her about it, suki immediately bombards him with questions about the dress code and what to get the girls for christmas.

back at home with kyoko and eri, shouta asks about what they want for the upcoming holiday. eri isnโ€™t sure what she wants (she feels bad about asking for stuff). kyoko, though? the one thing she wants is a mommy.

shouta tells his girlfriend suki to get them crafting supplies.

christmas day rolls around. shouta drinks a cup of coffee in the short lived silence before kyokoโ€™s small voice rang out.

โ€œwake up, eri nรฉe-chan! itโ€™s christmas! gotta open your presents!โ€

suki arrives later than anticipated.

eri looks up from the couch and kyoko comes around the corner when she gets there. both are expecting to meet papaโ€™s new friend. however, โ€œnew friendโ€ goes completely out the window when kyoko sees the pretty woman taking her shoes off at the door looking just like-

โ€œA MOMMY!โ€

eri is confused and the color drains straight from shoutaโ€™s face.

it only takes a few days for the girls to form a bond with suki (kyoko develops really bad separation anxiety) and by the time the new year comes around, shouta officially has a girlfriend.

suki knows next to nothing about the Paranormal Liberation War, so when one of her coworkers finds her in the break room and tells her about what they heard over the radio, her heart drops. not even an hour later are people (heroes, students, and civilians alike) being rushed in the hospital.

most of the people needing sukiโ€™s help are civilians that either got caught in the wreckage or hurt themselves while trying to get away from said wreckage. though she knows it was wishful thinking, suki feels herself getting worked up every time she pulls back a curtain or opens a door and sees someone who isnโ€™t her lover waiting for her.

itโ€™s a few days later that sheโ€™s finally able to track down shouta. sheโ€™s relieved knowing heโ€™s not in someoneโ€™s morgue, but she feels like crying seeing him sat in the hospital bed, bandages wrapped around his face and the bedsheet flat below his right knee.

suki takes it upon herself to tell the girls about aunt nemi. though her heart aches from the loss of her (albeit new) friend, she doesnโ€™t want hizashi and shouta to have to deal with the grief of two little girls on top of their own.

upon shoutaโ€™s request, suki moves into the small apartment while heโ€™s still in the hospital. he claims itโ€™s because he doesnโ€™t want his cats to starve, but sukiโ€™s almost positive itโ€™s for something else.

kyoko and eri take her around campus and she ends up meeting shoutaโ€™s class and and shinsou.

โ€œand mommy, this is my hito onii-chan! papa says heโ€™s not really my onii-chan, but onii-chan says itโ€™s okay! does that mean youโ€™re gonna be onii-chanโ€™s mommy too?โ€

and thatโ€™s how the class (or those who werenโ€™t already aware) found out about their senseiโ€™s relationship.

a bond is quickly formed between suki and the students, especially since some of them are still vulnerable after midnight-senseiโ€™s death.

everyone is on edge leading up to the Final War. with work at the hospital and acting as a makeshift counselor, suki tries to spends as much time with shouta and their his girls as she can.

during the fight, suki is tucked away with the heroes, kyoko sat on her hip and eri stuck to her leg. thereโ€™s so much going on, what with (in no particular order) the todoroki family showdown, shouta and hizashi disappearing from the playing field, all might and stain teaming up, and all the students putting their lives on the line.

after what feels like an eternity, thereโ€™s an eerie calm before suki gives both little girls kisses on their foreheads and rushes out to help in whatever way she can.

when suki and shouta reunite, sheโ€™s too busy fussing over him to notice him looking at her with the softest look he could pull off.

โ€œshouta! oh my god, are you okay? let me look at you. you guys just - turn your head, please - just disappeared! iโ€™m so glad - follow my finger please - so glad you guys are- hey! you arenโ€™t paying attention to anything iโ€™m saying to you right now! you realize- wait you didnโ€™t hit your head, did you? can you hear what iโ€™m saying right now?โ€

a beat and then-

โ€œi love you so damn much.โ€

hizashi turns away just in time for shouta to grab suki by the waist and pull her in for a kiss.

โœฆ Epilogue Arc โœฆ

eight years later, shouta is still teaching at ua high. sukiโ€™s making her way up the charts at the hospital.

shoutaโ€™s old students have a tendency to seak her out specifically whenever they show up injured. they fully expect the lecture they get every time.

โ€œeijirou, i keep telling you, you canโ€™t give everyone the benefit of the doubt!โ€

โ€œkatsuki, you can not talk to people that way! thatโ€™s how you end up in situations like this!โ€

โ€œdenki! how did you even-!โ€

sheโ€™ll claim she doesnโ€™t have a favorite but everyone knows itโ€™s-

โ€œshoto what happened to you? oh, you poor thing, come here so i can get that taken care of.โ€

shortly after their wedding, shouta and suki moved their family out of the small apartment on campus and into a comfortable sized house not too far from their respective places of work.

hitoshi tries to come by at least once a week for dinner per kyokoโ€™s request. the young man confides in his mentor how heโ€™d come over had the young girl never asked in the first place.

โ€œitโ€™s like a second home.โ€

shouta keeps it to himself.

eri thrives as a ua hero course student. she comes home everyday and tells her mom about how her day went.

โ€œOH! and mama! i had practice against one of my classmates! sheโ€™s really big, and she beat me, but i think iโ€™ll get her next time!โ€

kyoko is planning to follow in her big sisterโ€™s footsteps and go to ua after junior high.

โ€œmommy, i canโ€™t wait to go to ua! iโ€™m so excited, iโ€™m gonna explode!โ€

suki has a tendency to bring shouta lunch on her off days.

โ€œshouta, there you are! youโ€™re never where youโ€™re supposed to be!โ€

โ€œiโ€™m sorry, my love. i had to get something taken care of. hey, where are-โ€

two small toddlers are always a few steps behind her.

โ€œPAPA!โ€

eiji, loud and rambunctious, comes around the corner at full speed and slams into shoutaโ€™s left leg. his older brother, kei, much more quiet and restrained, walks into the room and grabs shoutaโ€™s right pants leg.

twenty years prior, shouta never would have thought heโ€™d have happiness in the form of a loving wife and four (five) beautiful children. now though, he thanks anyone out there that he does.

College Classes Start Tomorrow So Weโ€™re Starting Off Strong With My Favorite Teacher.

๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ต โ€ข_โ€ข. ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต! ๐˜ช ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ต ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ช ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜ช ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฑ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ง๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ! ๐˜ช'๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ต! ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿฝ ๐˜ช ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ช ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ. ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ช๐˜ช๐˜ช (โ‰งโˆ‡โ‰ฆ)/

โ€” ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜บ๐˜ข

College Classes Start Tomorrow So Weโ€™re Starting Off Strong With My Favorite Teacher.

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6 months ago

i havenโ€™t touched aot since it ended and im rewatching it now. i genuinely forgot how awful it is help us all ๐Ÿ˜ญ

I Havenโ€™t Touched Aot Since It Ended And Im Rewatching It Now. I Genuinely Forgot How Awful It Is Help

โ€” ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜บ๐˜ข


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2 months ago

OH MY FAWKING GAWD

OH MY FAWKING GAWD

iโ€™m reading this good ass hobi fic on wattpad (donโ€™t shoot me) and his wife is cheating with her coworker AND her coworkerโ€™s fiancรฉ and they keep talking abt how things will be different after the wedding

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY PLANNING I NEED TO KNOW NEOW

stay tuned ๐Ÿ˜œ

โ€” ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜บ๐˜ข


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2 months ago

๐‘พ๐‘จ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป, ๐‘พ๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ป?

๐‘พ๐‘จ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป, ๐‘พ๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ป?

๐˜”๐˜๐˜ก๐˜œ ๐˜™๐˜Œ๐˜›๐˜œ๐˜™๐˜•๐˜š ๐˜›๐˜– ๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜™ ๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜ˆ๐˜™๐˜›

๐‘พ๐‘จ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป, ๐‘พ๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ป?

๐˜”๐˜๐˜ก๐˜œ ๐˜Ÿ ๐˜–๐˜Š

๐˜Š๐˜ž: ๐˜š๐˜–๐˜”๐˜Œ ๐˜Š๐˜ˆ๐˜•๐˜–๐˜• ๐˜›๐˜ ๐˜—๐˜๐˜Š๐˜ˆ๐˜“ ๐˜๐˜๐˜–๐˜“๐˜Œ๐˜•๐˜Š๐˜Œ, ๐˜›๐˜Œ๐˜Œ๐˜•๐˜  ๐˜›๐˜๐˜•๐˜  ๐˜ˆ๐˜•๐˜Ž๐˜š๐˜›, ๐˜๐˜“๐˜œ๐˜๐˜, ๐˜™๐˜Œ๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜™๐˜Œ๐˜•๐˜Š๐˜Œ๐˜‹ ๐˜๐˜–๐˜”๐˜–๐˜—๐˜๐˜–๐˜‰๐˜๐˜ˆ, ๐˜“๐˜๐˜“ ๐˜‰๐˜๐˜› ๐˜–๐˜ ๐˜‹๐˜, ๐˜–๐˜Š ๐˜๐˜š ๐˜ˆ ๐˜ ๐˜Œ๐˜ˆ๐˜™ ๐˜–๐˜“๐˜‹๐˜Œ๐˜™ ๐˜›๐˜๐˜ˆ๐˜• ๐˜”๐˜๐˜ก๐˜œ, ๐˜๐˜Œ/๐˜๐˜๐˜” ๐˜—๐˜™๐˜–๐˜•๐˜–๐˜œ๐˜•๐˜š ๐˜๐˜–๐˜™ ๐˜”๐˜๐˜ก๐˜œ ๐˜œ๐˜š๐˜Œ๐˜‹ ๐˜“๐˜๐˜’๐˜Œ ๐˜–๐˜•๐˜Š๐˜Œ, ๐˜”๐˜๐˜ก๐˜œ'๐˜š ๐˜ˆ ๐˜“๐˜๐˜›๐˜›๐˜“๐˜Œ ๐˜Š๐˜–๐˜•๐˜๐˜œ๐˜š๐˜Œ๐˜‹, ๐˜™๐˜Œ๐˜๐˜Œ๐˜™๐˜Œ๐˜•๐˜Š๐˜Œ๐˜‹ ๐˜”๐˜๐˜’๐˜๐˜–

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๐˜”.๐˜“๐˜๐˜š๐˜›

๐‘พ๐‘จ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป, ๐‘พ๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ป?

mizu had been away in london for two and a half years. with the help of abijah fowler, sheโ€™d located the other two men she spent so much time looking for. the last two men that could have potentially put her on this godforsaken earth.

she killed all three of them in one fell swoop.

as she stood on the boat taking her home, she couldnโ€™t help but think about what awaited her. how was everyone doing? did akemi and taigen ever work it out? where was ringo? how was swordfather holding up? how was yui?

as yui came to mind, mizu felt her stomach drop slowly but surely.

yui.

mizuโ€™s closest friend. her longest friend. the reason mizu spent so many nights of this four year journey restless. yui plagued the womanโ€™s mind like death.

the two met shortly after mizu began living with master eiji. yui would periodically bring fresh fruits and vegetables for the old man to have. yui, only seven at the time, was so fascinated by the kid, she couldnโ€™t help but want to be around all the time.

now, she was twenty-six. mizu left right after yui turned twenty-two, being twenty-one herself. compared to the fifteen years theyโ€™d known each other beforehand, four years wasnโ€™t long, and they saw each other briefly just before mizuโ€™s impromptu trip to find the white men. to be apart from someone youโ€™d grown up with, though, someone whoโ€™d been like an extension of you, was like missing a part of you.

if nothing else, i hope sheโ€™s happyโ€ฆ wherever she is.

๐‘พ๐‘จ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป, ๐‘พ๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ป?

the journey was long, but after five and a half months at sea and three weeks of land travel, mizu stood in front of the small hut she grew up in.

dressed in her very old kimono and very tattered pants, her hair tied back in her typical ponytail, mizu felt stuck in place.

what if no oneโ€™s home?

what if they turn me away?

what if something happened to them?

it wasnโ€™t the first time she had these thoughts, but it was the first time they hit her this fierce.

with bated breath and a hand on the blade at her waist, mizu stepped forward and walked inside.

the first thing she noticed was the lack of fire, swordfather nowhere in sight. her heart beat roughly against her chest at the thought of where he could be, but the shallow breathing quickly pushed that thought aside.

wait, what?

as she turned, ignoring the whiplash, mizu spotted a shorter figure tucked away in the corner. the lighting was bad, but if she squinted, she could make out the wide eyes of the woman whoโ€™d unknowingly stolen her heart.

she didnโ€™t look much different. same pretty eyes, same pretty nose, same pretty lipsโ€ฆ

โ€ฆaccompanied by some swelling, bruising, and a small cut.

wait. what?

โ€œmizu? is that you?โ€ yuiโ€™s voice was so small, you almost couldnโ€™t hear it.

โ€œwhat happened to you?โ€ mizu responded, taking long strides to wrap her friend in her arms, almost shielding her from the world.

โ€œyouโ€ฆ youโ€™re here? iโ€™m not dreaming?โ€ yuiโ€™s hands shook as they came to mizuโ€™s face, one holding a damp cloth. the samurai took that very hand in her own.

โ€œiโ€™m here, yui. tell me what happened. who hurt you?โ€ her voice was soft, and yet the malice was clear as day.

โ€œi- i canโ€™t believe youโ€™re here. i prayed everyday for you to come back to me. you look so tired and- and thin,โ€ as yui rambled, tears welled in her eyes. there was so much concern in her voice, and mizu wanted to draw blood.

you beautiful angel. youโ€™re hurt and worrying about me.

โ€œyui, look at me. who hurt you?โ€

the blubbering woman blinked a few times. mizu grabbed her flushed cheeks to keep eye contact.

โ€œi- you donโ€™t need to worry about me, mizu. are you hungry? let me get you some food,โ€ yui tried to pulled away.

โ€œyui.โ€

she stopped walking. with a drop of her head and a trembling sigh, yui turned back around.

โ€œโ€ฆ my parents married me off a year ago-โ€œ

โ€œwhatโ€™s his name?โ€

โ€œmizu, this is why i didnโ€™t want to tell you! you donโ€™t need to do anything, iโ€™m fine!โ€

the samurai, in the middle of storming out, stopped herself.

when did i become thisโ€ฆ protective?

she didnโ€™t get to think on it too much before yui grabbed her from behind, pulling mizuโ€™s back to her front.

โ€œhe only hit me a few times. a few days ago he got really drunk and he was upset about something and he justโ€ฆ we ran into taigen in kohama the day after. taigen told him to stay away from me and then brought me here. mizu, i promise iโ€™m okay. donโ€™t leave meโ€ฆ not again.โ€

๐‘พ๐‘จ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป, ๐‘พ๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ป?

as the sun came down, two sat huddled by the fire. swordfather, ringo, and even taigen surprisingly welcomed her home with open arms.

"ya know, master, taigen really gave yui a run for her money missing you."

"what the hell are you talking about, ringo? i did not miss him. i only spent so much time here because there needed to be a man to take care of the house with this idiot was getting his blood revenge or whatever. we seriously thought you were dead."

"i'm sorry for worrying you all. and thank you, taigen, for taking care of yui and swordfather."

taigen didn't have a retort for that, and it was silent save for master eiji's "hmmm."

as the hours ticked away, it got quieter, taigen and ringo leaving for their own homes and master eiji retiring for the night.

mizu and yui were still sat together by the small fire.

i'm gonna do it. she deserves to know.

"yui, I..." she started.

"yes?" the aforementioned woman looked up to mizu, eyes wide with innocence and happiness.

"uhm...i-"

"iโ€™m so in love you, mizu. did you know that?"

wait... what?

"i- i'm not a... man," mizu had to force it out. she expected the joy in yui's face to dissipate, but the eyes staring at her didn't flash with any anger, distrust, or confusion.

"i know that, mizu," yui's lips curved in a small smile. mizu stood in shock.

"wait, but how? did you see me naked? you can't be in love with me, yui. i lied to you. for years."

yui giggled at her before grimacing softly.

"i guess that means the feeling isn't mutual then, huh?" her tone was light, but the hurt was written all over her face.

"no, mizu started, cradling the soft skin of yui's face, "no, no, no, yui. i love you more than anything in this world. i live and breathe for you."

"then how can you sit here and tell me that i can't love you and then turn around and tell me you love me?"

mizu sighed. she's never been good at this whole being in love thing.

"it's just... i've been in love before and it didn't turn out all that great. i just don't understand how you could... when did you... have you always liked women?"

now it was yui's turn to sigh, "why do you think i fought with my parents so much when we were teenagers? 'yui, you must stop with this foolishness, you will marry a man and bare me grandchildren!' 'but mama, i don't like boys! i like-" she cut herself off with a loud slap to the back of her hand. despite the seriousness of what she just told mizu, that smile was back on yui's face.

"what... what do we do now?" mizu had an inkling of a feeling as to what, but she still wanted to be sure.

"well," yui sounded cheeky, "it'd be really nice if you would kiss me."

and with a bright red face, mizu did just that.

after kissing for several minutes (not nearly long enough if you asked mizu), the two prepared to sleep. mizu snuck her futon out of the room she shared with master eiji and yui layered a couple of old blankets on top. as the pair laid together, mizu couldn't think of anything other than how happy she felt in that moment. and then she had a thought.

"you didn't tell me how you knew i wasn't a man, yui." as she snuggled closer to mizu, yui chuckled lightly.

"oh, my love, i've always known."

"yes, but ho-"

she was silenced with a kiss.

โ€œsleep, mizu.โ€

๐‘พ๐‘จ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป, ๐‘พ๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ป?

๐˜”๐˜๐˜ก๐˜œ๐˜œ๐˜œ๐˜œ (โ™ก_โ™ก) ๐˜บ'๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ. ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ'๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜บ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ช ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ถ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช'๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ฆ. ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ข'๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜—๐˜“๐˜Œ๐˜ˆ๐˜š๐˜Œ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ช๐˜ง ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜บ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต. ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต, ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ. ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ช๐˜ช๐˜ช (โ‰งโˆ‡โ‰ฆ)/

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