Irina peeked into the nursery, smirking at the scene that was unfolding. Four years old, and their daughter's peers were swarming her, effortlessly charmed.
"She's already building up a harem. Just who is she taking after-"
"You," Tadaomi answered without missing a beat.
"Papa! Mama!" The cry came as soon as the girl turned. All else forgotten, she bounded towards them and threw herself into her father's arms. Tadaomi picked her up easily, his expression a rare show of adoration.
It wasn't just her friends whose hearts she had snatched... their daughter held theirs in the palm of her hand.
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Akaibara
RomanceA collection of non-chronological drabbles about Irina, Karasuma and their relationship.
