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𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗨𝗦𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗗
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No One's POV: 𝗠𝗜𝗞𝗔 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗗 𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘, making grabby hands towards the door but Hiroshi held her still as he continued to look up at you with curious (eye color) eyes. You responded by softly shrugging your shoulders with a small sheepish smile on your lips, "I don't know, Hiro." You turned your gaze from your son and looked to the small door.
You noticed there was a keyhole also covered by the wallpaper, meaning it was most likely locked.
"I'll go ask your father for the key so we can find out." Hiroshi nodded at your words, watching you exit the living room and ascend the staircase.
As you walked up the stairs, you began to wonder what was behind the strange door.
'What if it's where Harry Potter slept but instead of under stairs it's in the wall. What if it leads to a magical world like Hogwarts?! Okay, Y/n, let's not get ahead of yourself...'
Your childish thinking amused you but you couldn't help your natural curiosity from fantasizing there was something more than boring old closet space behind the door.
You entered Suturu's proclaimed office with a childish smile spreading across your lips, "Dear, do you know where the key to the small door in the living room is?"
Suturu's eyes stayed focused on his computer screen, the illuminating light reflecting in his black irises as he typed on the keyboard.
"In the kitchen drawer, looks like a button. It's been blocked off though so there's no point in opening it." Suturu blandly responds, still not turning his head in the slightest to meet your gaze. The obnoxious sound of his keyboard clicking echoed inside the room.
"I thought you were gonna unpack your office." You asked with a confused tilt of your head. He promised he'd only focus on the move today.
Suturu exhaled a tired sigh, "My boss just called telling me I have to finish this report." He stoically replied and you could feel your heart begin to ache in disappointment but you weren't ready to give up. You forced the loving smile to stay on your lips as you spoke, "How about dinner at the table when you're done?"
