Little miss waitress

Hard Diseases, a Lot in Common

Sitting down around the livingroom, kiri's mum, mother, mitsuki, masaru, inko, asami and rei are looking through a photo book. One of emiri's childhood, well... after she was 13, inko is the first to notice this and asks "Did you not keep any baby photos? Early childhood photos? She looks like anything over the age of 6 in all of these.."

Kiri's mother sighs and sits back "13. She was... 13 or over in all of these."

Mitsuki: "No way... she really.. doesn't look 13.."

Kiri's mum looks over to asami "Where's your mother when you need her, hey?"

Asami chuckles slightly and tklts her head "Why don't you have any pictures before that?"

Kiri's mother: "Oh, we do... but they're not... memories anyone wants to remember. Alright..?"

That's when the door opens and kirishima walks in "What did I miss? You look like you've just attended a funeral-"

She stops when she sees some of the pictures of her, some on crutches, which masaru soon looks up and asks "Why were you on crutches?"

Kirishima: "Ah... I see. One moment, why didn't you tell me aunt Charlotte was diagnosed with cancer?"

Kiri's mother: "Because... you guys are quite close and I wanted her to tell you herself... how'd you find out?"

Kirishima: "..had a visit from uncle Albert.... wanted to know some things.."

Kiri's mum: "Well, while you're here, I think it's time for asami to get to bed, she's getting tired now."

Kirishima: "Yeah, sure. Let's go get you dressed.."

Asami yawns slightly and nods, following her out of the room and going up with her, getting changed and soon falling asleep after being tucked in.

Kirishima sighs and says "...I'll protect you.... both.. of you... as much as I can... because the childhood I had... is something I never.. ever want to see happen to you...."

Neither of them can hear her, but she can't bring herself to care, she gets up slowly and then sighs, putting a hand on her stomach for a bit, before removing it and walking back down to the livingroom.

When she gets there, she sees someone's taken the rest of the bags up and she sits down, then takes the photo book "Why do you have this out anyway?"

Kiri's mother shrugs "Why not?"

Kirishima: "I guess so, but you could've remembered to take these out.."

Kiri's mum: "I was meaning to do that.."

Kiri's mother smiles slightly and says "We can get the other one out. Put them in there instead."

Kirishima: "Mhm..."

Kiri's mother stands up and disappears, returning with a red book, a little smaller then the other black one in kiri's mum's hands currently. They read the date on the back and she says "3rd of october... age 12."

She flicks through the book and almost immediately, Kirishima frowns and turns to face the other way "Why do you even keep that?"

Kiri's mother: "You aren't a fan of your baby pictures, are you?"

Kirishima: "No kidding."

Kiri's mum smiles slightly and passes the photo over, then says "I think, if my baby photos were like that, I wouldn't want to look at them either, so.. I understand that. You know, when I was.... I think 15. I ended up in the hospital and that was scary, I won't look at those photos even to this day. But my parents keep them. I was in there in and put for 3 years... which.. doesn't really make much of a difference to you, but, still."