ᴀʟʟᴇɢᴇᴅʟʏ ☀︎︎ ɢᴇᴛᴏ s. x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ☀︎︎

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sᴇᴠᴇɴ

14 May 2005
Approximately 12:22 P.M.
Tokyo, Japan

“Aiko! Stop running away from me!”

You chased after the brown-haired girl, jumping over furniture and boxes strewn across your house. You stumbled over a box, causing you to lose your balance, however, you succeeded in your task of capturing your little sister. She squealed as you picked her up, hoisting her onto your hip.

“Aiko, knock it off! If you want to go to the park you have to put clothes on!”

“No! Pants!” She huffed, kicking her legs.

“Okay! Okay! No pants! You can wear a dress!” You said, slinging her over your shoulder. She giggled, swaying her arms in the air as you trekked up the stairs towards her nursery.

“I wanna wear the black one!” She chirped.

“Aiko, it’s too hot to wear the black one. How about the blue one? Then you can match my outfit,” You said, placing her in the playpen while you opened her drawers.

“Okay!”

You laughed. She was so easy to please sometimes it was humorous. You retrieved said dress and slipped it on, pairing it with the black tennis shoes she always wore. She climbed over the edge of the playpen as your back was turned, and you only caught sight of her in the mirror as she ran from the room, one shoe on and the other off.

“Wha--Aiko! You little brat!”

You chased after her once more, grabbing her and holding her down to slip her other shoe on. You quickly slipped your own on before grabbing her hand and leading her out the front door before she could manage to kick her shoes off again. Her bag over your shoulder, hand laced through yours, the four-year-old skipped beside you, swinging your arm along with her.

“Onee-san!” She chirped. “Can we get crepes?”

“Maybe after. You’ll get sick if you eat one now and then go play in the sun,” You said, looking down at her.

“Okay,” She drug out in a mumble, a pout on her lips.

“Don’t pout, Aiko. Or I won’t get it for you at all,” You said. “Now, go play.”

She nodded and let go of your hand, running off towards the slide. You placed the backpack onto the table, searching for your phone when you heard it buzzing. When you found it, you answered the call while you took out a juice box for your little sister.

“Hello?”

“Do you have a daughter we don’t know about?”

You paused in surprise, Gojo’s annoying voice flooding your ears. You stood up straight, eyes searching around until you spotted him and Geto walking into the park. You rolled your eyes and hung up the phone, shoving it back into the bag.

“So, what is it then, Y/n-chan? Who’s the baby-daddy?” Gojo asked, plopping at the table across from you.

“She’s my sister,” You rolled your eyes again.

“Onee-san!” Aiko called, making your move Gojo’s head to the side to watch her. Your eyes widened as you saw her standing on the top of the outside of the slide. “I can do a flip!”

“Aiko! You dumbass!” You screeched, bolting towards her. You dove to the ground, catching her as she jumped from the slide. You groaned from the ground, your sister giggling as she sat on your chest.

“Y/n-chan!” Geto called, jogging to your side. “Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah,” You groaned, sitting up, heaving a sigh. “There’s a splinter in my cheek.”