𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 [𝐓. 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨]

2

The sound of her trusted alarm woke her straight out of bed. By her alarm, of course, it was the frightened cries of her son which woke her up. She was soon to breastfeed him as this was a good way to quiet him down. A graceful smile lit up her face as she smiled in awe, like she did everyday, at the human she birthed nearly three years ago. A few burps, cuddles and kisses later, Y/n got herself and Megumi ready for the day. Soon, the nanny she hired showed up and it was time for her to leave for work. Although, it was a tedious task to leave without Megumi crying and throwing a fit, which afterwards he'd be fine and distracted by whatever suited his tastes.

She was recently transferred to a new clinic as the old one got shut down after complaints about leaks on the roof. She was still getting used to having new colleagues and the new route to work she had to start taking soon. Working as a psychiatrist is no easy task, so she appreciated the few light days of work she had this week. The clinic had let her off the hook this week as means to move everything and get settled. So, she had only a few meetings with the board and that's about it. Due to all the free time she had recently, she had actually offered to fill in for some shifts for an old friend of hers.

Stepping outside the modern building, a bleak yawn left her mouth as she felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked around to ease that uneasy feeling but to no avail, she saw no one. Although, it wasn't unlikely that some creep would be ogling at her since, to any man or woman, she was a sweet thing to see on a sour day. Ultimately, she wasn't too worried as if worse comes to worse she's be happy kicking some guy's ass; it would bring her back to old times with Satoru and Suguru chasing after criminals while their blood pumped with adrenaline.

When she arrived at the bar, she was greeted kindly by her temporary coworkers. Ever since her joining 'The Sunset Bar' there have been floods of customers. Truth be told, she enjoyed it, she could isolate her more dangerous work life when she'd come and watch a bunch of old men try to woo her or gamble on pure nonsense.

The bar was quieter today, as was an early Thursday evening. She was sure nobody particularly fancied a hangover on the following day, especially not when they had to go to work in order to have stable income; of course not. So, to relax and rewind she made herself a drink.

She was sipping on her piña colada when she felt a pair of hands creep around her waist.