ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ

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"I'll look after you,"

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Yesterday, after I had met with Yaga to clear out the air, I decided to take the kids to the park, and anywhere they wanted to go. They were happy, so I was happy.

After we had spent a bulk of time doing whatever the kids wanted to do, I took them home just in time for dinner.

I cooked them up a pretty standard spaghetti bolognaise, which they seemed thankful for, and after that, I was tucking them into bed.

I was sure that would be part of a new routine, and I didn't mind at all.

Now, skip forward to today, I was pacing around my large living room, my brows furrowed in stress as I tried to shake myself into reality.

"Relax, Nanami and I will take care of Tsumiki, and you can just go with Megumi to the Zenin's. It'll be fine!" Shoko called from my sofa, seeming eerily relaxed.

"What if I say the wrong things?" I panicked, my face contorted in deep thought.

"You're too smart to get tripped up by the Zenin's. You'll be fine, Y/N." Nanami sighed, stressed from listening to me rant for over an hour.

I just groaned, turning back to the kitchen where I had just finished making waffles for the kids.

"Megumi! Tsumiki! Breakfast!" I yelled, setting their plates on the table, alongside anything they might want to add to their food.

The patter of feet across the living room and into the kitchen alerted me of the kid's presences.

Tsumiki stopped at the stool, raising her arms with a sweet smile, beckoning me to pick her up. I smiled down at her, swooping the girl up with ease as I placed her on her stool.

"Thank you, N/N!"

And there was that damn nickname that caused me to melt.

I gave her a small smile.

I was smiling a lot recently.

I hadn't smiled much at all since Riko and Kuroi had died.

"You're welcome, Tsumiki. Need me to prepare that for you?" I asked, watching as she attempted to put whipped cream on her waffles.

"Yes please!"

I smiled, taking the tube and putting a suitable amount on her breakfast.