Beginning of the End

Chapter 8: Monday Morning

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Shouto groaned, prying a gray eye open, his vision blurry focusing on the creme colored canopy above him. He closed his eyes, lips downturned into a frown as he furrowed his brow trying to drown out the annoying alarm. Ugh… he inwardly groaned.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The horrible sound continued to ring ebbing away at his sweet slumber. He rubbed away the tiredness from his eyes forcing them open as he reached for his phone on the nightstand silencing it.

Sighing, Shouto let his head fall back onto the pillows taking a few moments to gain his consciousness rubbing his eyes for good measure. His eyes traveled from the creme canopy above him to the dimly lit room seeing a stream of sunlight seeping through the thick balcony curtains.

He winced as a little foot suddenly kicked him in the ribs. “Ow…” Shouto mumbled, turning his head he found the opposing foot belonging to none other than his son, Yukiko.

Yukiko’s body laid diagonally across the huge bed, his arms spread out taking up a huge space of the already big bed. Lifting his head Shouto saw a little tuft of red hair on the other side of Momo, curled into her side. An amused scoff escaped his throat, even the way the boys slept perfectly reflected their personalities. Introverted versus extroverted.

Shouto was too tired to further figure out how in the world Haru got on the other side of Momo or how he was pushed to the very edge of the enormous bed. Deciding not to dwell over it, he pushed himself up grabbing his phone squinting as the bright light came on. The clock read: 6:00 am.

Monday.

Exhaling through his nose, Shouto lowered his head onto the soft pillows again needing at least five more minutes to recuperate, but his little moment of tranquility was pulled away from him when Yukiko’s fist suddenly came into contact with his cheek landing with a loud smack!

Spluttering, Shouto’s eyes shot open focusing on Yukiko’s clean fingernails. The boy was suddenly on his side of the bed, snoring and completely unaware of punching his father in the face. How in the world did he roll over so fast? 

A low chuckle mixed with an internal groan escaped from Shouto’s lips knowing he wouldn’t have any time to rest as he forced himself to sit up, gently taking Yukiko’s hand off of his face and placing it on the boy’s chest. Throwing the comforter over him, he swung his legs over the side of the bed while ruffling up his hair as he stood. He stretched his arms over his head grunting in self-indulgent satisfaction as the bones in his back cracked loud enough to hear.

The dream he thought he was living through became his reality with every passing day. His sons from the future actually sleeping with him on Momo’s bed still had to take a few moments to sink in. It was still awkward waking up in her room, but he tried not to ponder. She only wanted him here for the boys… right? 

Shouto rounded the bed, a small smile forming as he took in the sight of the three of them. Momo was sleeping on her back squished between Yukiko and Haru. Despite everything happening around her, she looked so angelic with her jet black hair pooling around her, staining the crisp white silk sheets. She laid with her arm resting on her stomach, the other wrapped around Haru, pulling him close.

His eyes lingered on her refined features, expressionless, and completely vulnerable. He thought she looked even more beautiful. The same tidal wave of protectiveness from yesterday washed over him as his eyes took in the sight before him. Is this what his future self would wake up to every morning? 

Did his other two children sleep with them as well? 

Mitsue and Sora .