In which [Name]'s mother's hobby was gossiping about her daughter's life and you wanna roll your eyes but you're going to die so 😚 (ft. haru the cousin and a long ass title).
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As a half-and-half Todoroki wannabe, it was safe to say that [Name] had fun learning French and Spanish languages. Well, her mother would whoop her ass if she wasn't fluent with the said languages.
As she was recalling her crazy adventure with the Gym 3 squad, her phone rang with a Kesha's Timber as a ring tone. Her mother was requesting her to FaceTime.
"It's going down~ I'm yelling timber! You better move, you better dance!"
"¡Mamá! ¡Te extraño! ¿Qué pasa?" [Name] happily greeted her mother. ("Mother! I miss you! What's up?")
She beamed as she saw her beautiful mother across the screen. She looked like she hadn't aged at all and still looked young. Damn! My mamá is a MILF. She thought.
"Hola, Estrella. Te extraño muchísimo. ¿Cuándo vas a volver a casa?" Her mother sweetly said. She missed her chaotic daughter. [Name] was the star in their Casa de [Last Name]. She was the one who brightened up their day. (Hello, My Lucky Star. I miss you so much. When are you gonna come home?)
The Karasuno manager put a strand of her hair behind the ear as she answered. "No sé, mamá. No tengo ganas de ir a casa pero te extraño a ti y a papá." (I don't know, mom. I don't feel like going home but I miss you and father.)
Her mother hummed. "Tómate tu tiempo, cariño. O te estamos apurando para que vuelvas a casa. Mientras tengas amigos allí, estaremos bien." (Take your time, baby. We're not rushing you to come home. Just as long as you have friends there, we'll be alright.)
[Name] clutched her chest as she heard her mother's answer. She's an angel sent from above.
"De todos modos, ¿Cómo está Kuroko? Ya se lo propuso? Cuando es la fecha?" Her mother suddenly entered her role as a 'Marites' which was basically a gossip mother. (Anyway, how is Kuroko? Did he propose already? When's the date?)
Her daughter just smiled. She knew that her mother loved Kuroko very much she didn't want any man for her. Please, she was planning the wedding for them in the first year of their relationship.
"Rompimos, mamá. Actualmente tengo una fila para mi matrimonio," she casually said. (We broke up, mother. I currently have a line up for marriage.)
Her mother raised a brow. "¿Cuántos?" (How many?)
[Name] smugly smirked. "Diez." (Ten.)
The beautiful mother elegantly laughed. "Esa es mi chica." (That's my girl.)
The pretty daughter giggled at the reaction of her mother. Well, she couldn't blame her mother, she was a heartthrob.
Suddenly, Haru appeared on the screen with his resting bitch face. [Name] began to curse and her mother was having a happy conversation with her nephew. How the hell did Haruka get in the FaceTime?
"Hello, Auntie. How are you? Does [Name] stresses you out again?" Haru asked seriously. As if he was planning to whoop his cousin into shape.
Her mother laughed elegantly. "It's all good, sobrino. I was just asking her when she was going to come home." Her Japanese was good, though.
The blueberry eyed boy raised an eyebrow. She's coming back to Spain? Why? He thought. "Why, auntie? Is there a problem?"
His aunt looked at her quiet daughter. "You didn't tell them anything?"
[Name] shrugged. "Well... the school is not yet over. Besides, I don't want to rush and just wanna take time to spend my days with my friends, y'know?"
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Haruka intervened.
"I'm going back to Spain. Mamá and Papá didn't honestly want me to go here. I was given conditions though. I study here for one year then go home afterwards."
"What? I thought you were staying here for a long time?"
"Nah, babes, I'm just here for a good time." She smirked.
He glared at her. "You useless cousin."
[Name] smiled sincerely at him. "I know."
Her mother butted in to gossip about her daughter's adventures in Japan. "Anyway, Haruka, have you met Kuroko? He's the nicest boy I've ever met."
He looked shock. As if the news was new to him. "Who would dare to date her? They must be a psychopath or something."
"Excuse me?"
"You're excused."
The adult woman didn't mind the banter and continued snitching [Name]. "Yes! I honestly think he's mentally stable though. I hope my daughter didn't break his mind."
"How long did you two date?" Haruka curiously inquired.
[Name] waved her hand. "Three years. We broke up during my graduation in middle school. We became best friends after."
The black haired boy nodded. "When are you going home?"
She sighed and shrugged. [Name] put a hair behind her ear. "I don't... know, man. I honestly don't wanna leave my harem 😔."
Her cousin rolled his eyes. "Then bring them to Spain," he said sarcastically.
His dumbass cousin brightened up as if he answered how to make fictional characters come to life. "You're right! You're such a genius, Ruru!"
"Oi! I was kidding! Don't do that!"
Her mother watched the interaction with fond eyes. Since [Name] was an only child, she only had her cousins to play. Thankfully, Haruka was there to make her happy.
"Anyway, [Name], I need to go. Tu papá viene a casa. Necesito hacer comida. Te llamaré de nuevo. Te amo." Her mother bade a goodbye to her and her nephew. (Your father is coming home. I need to make food. I'll call you again. I love you.)
[Name] happily wiggled her arms. "Te amo, mamá!" (I love you, mom!)
"Adiós, tía." Haruka nodded his head and his aunt left the call. (Goodbye, aunt.)
Silence ensued the two cousins. "So..." she started.
Haru raised an eyebrow. "So?"
"When am I going to meet your hot and godly swimmer friends?" [Name] drooled as she imagined their yummy abs and delicious thighs.
He eyed her with disgust. "Naur."
"When did you become an australian?"
"Since today." And he ended the call.
Haruka Nanase: Savageness - 100%.
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Fanfiction"hey pretty darling, stop being beautiful because we're tired of glaring at the boys fawning over you 😔 your main hoes, karasuno volleyball team." - in which the talented volleyball and basketball players simp for you.
