[✓] 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 . suna rintarou

SHE'S SO NICE

18 years later.

today you were throwing rintarou's surprise retirement party.

"mom, where does this go?" aito asked, holding a folding trestle table as he walked out into the backyard.

you pointed to the corner of the garden, "over there please!"

"where's daddy?" your youngest, akio, grabbed onto your leg.

"daddy's gonna be here later," you brushed back his black hair. all your kids pretty much just looked like rintarou and acted like you.

all six of them.

aito (18), akemi (17), akira (16), ayumi (10), ahmya (6), and akio (4).

you and rintarou accidentally got into the pattern of giving them "a" names. it started when you had akira. you thought he would be your last and since your other two were named aito and akemi, you didn't want him to be the only one that didn't start with an a.

somehow you were pregnant again five years later and applying the same logic with your next three kids.

"uncle 'samu and aunty ami's here," akemi, called from the back door.

"ask them to help us out," you yelled. you spotted one of your girls out of the corner of your eye, "ayumi, stop playing with the banner!"

she stopped trying to jump up and hit it, "oh, sorry mom."

the party was in thirty minutes and you were worried that it wasn't going to be ready by the time atsumu brought rintarou back from the store. you sighed and went through your checklist again.

"mom," akira placed his hand on your shoulder, "we're almost done, it's gonna be fine."

you sighed and smiled at him reassuringly, "don't worry about me, let's just get these tables set, alright?"

"alright," he ran over to the table cloths that ahmya brought out.

"'yumi, stop eating the chips," ahmya swatted her hand.

ayumi groaned and punched her shoulder, "don't hit me!"

her sister clenched her fists and began yelling, "they're for everyone, not just you!"

aito stood in between them and crouched down, "both of you, shut up and put the food on the tables before mom gets mad. this is important to her."

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people were giving their speeches and you sat back drinking your bottle of water. "is there anyone else that would like to speak?" aito asked.

"we haven't heard from y/n," ami said.

you glared at her and she smiled. she knew you hated speeches. "i'm good," you told everyone.

"SPEECH!" akemi called from her seat.

rintarou looked down to cover his laughing. "no thank you," you shook your head.

"come on, mom," ayumi encouraged you.

"yeah come on, y/n," rintarou said.

you sighed and walked to the mic which aito handed over to you, "happy retirement, rin."

osamu crossed his arms, "BOOOOOO!"

"you suck," tooru downed his glass of whatever he was drinking.

kaori, his wife, smacked him on the chest, "shut up, tooru!"

you groaned, "i love you, and to the next chapter of your life i guess."

"say it like you mean it!" rintarou yelled.