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𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗨𝗦𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗗
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No One's POV: 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡, everyone was seated at the circular table. You, Hiroshi, and Suguru were in seats, while Mika was in a baby pink high chair by the table. On the tabletop, yours and Hiroshi's plates were filled with squared waffles, your preferred style of eggs, and mini sausages with a glass of (favorite fruit) juice on the side.
The delicious aroma filled the kitchen, enveloping the space with an inviting and pleasant fragrance.
Hiroshi happily dug into his meal while you took your time to eat. You couldn't help but notice, as Suguru cut up Mika's food, that his plate was strangely empty.
'Isn't he hungry?' You wondered, staring at his clean plate in a curious daze.
You only managed to snap out of it when you heard your name being called. "Y/n? Doll?" Suguru questioned, his handsome face twisted in a worried expression. "Did you hear me?"
You gently shook your head, a small bashful heat rising to your face. "Huh? What were you saying?"
Suguru's concerned frown effortlessly curled into a relaxed smile, "I was saying Mr. Bobinsky has invited us to come see the jumping mice perform after dinner."
At the announcement, an excited gasp escaped Hiroshi's lips. "Really? Papa said it was all in Mr. B's head. I knew he was wrong!" The boy smiled, feeling proud of his assumption, and Suguru hummed softly as he directed his gaze to the boy. "Well, everything's right in this world, kiddo."
Some time passed before Hiroshi and Mika cleared their plates, while you had finished most of yours. Suguru happily gathered everyone's plates and brought them to the sink. His movements were natural; unwavering and confident as he played his role of loving househusband. You couldn't help but relax at the sight, internally thankful someone else had done a task you'd spent years doing alone.
The button-eyed male turned from the counter to face you and the kids.
