My Mayumi

"who is mayumi's mother?"

In the afternoon, Mayumi decided to wander around and came across all of the first years training.

"Why are you guys fighting?"

"We aren't fighting, we're training so that we can beat up curses."

"Like the one over there?"

All of the first years gasped, wondering how a 4 year old realized the curse before they did.

"Mayumi, do they scare you?"

"Nope! Watch this!"

Mayumi dashed over to the curse, the first years running behind her, until she was directly in front of it. Mayumi started moving her finger for the curse to follow, and spin around, while the curse copied.

"Maaaayyyyuuumiii." The curse growled, Mayumi giggling during her play date with the curse.

"Yumi, do you know who your mother is?" Megumi asked the child, slowly pushing her away from the curse so his classmates could exorcise it.

"Nope! She left Papa when I was a baby. It's just me and him! And I don't want a mommy anyways." Mayumi casually said.

After a few hours, Megumi rushed to Nanami's room for the night as soon as he knew Nanami was there. Without knocking on the door, he burst through.

"Who is Mayumi's mother?"

Nanami sighed, and looked over at a sleeping Mayumi.

"Why do you ask?"

"At the training field. We explained to her that we would battle each other to be prepared for curses, and she pointed at one nobody realized was there."

Nanami was in the kitchen at this point, fixing himself a cup of coffee.

"Curses can be quiet sometimes."

As Megumi heard the sound of the spoon hitting against the mug after moments of silence, his patience wore thin.

Megumi walked to the front door and locked it, before firmly asking again.

"Nanami." He said, as the lock of the door clicked.

"Who is Mayumi's mother?"

"Souka Sukuna." Nanami calmly admitted, while breaking off a piece of bread off of the loaf.