You're so excited. Your girlfriend is finally free tonight, so you're going to go out on one of your rare dates. She said she's gonna take you to one of your favorite restaurants.
You're waiting patiently outside for Kouyou's meeting to be done, playing Candy Crush on your phone. It seems to be taking forever. What kind of boring stuff do they even talk about?
When the door finally opens, you jump up and see Kouyou immediately following after Mori, your boss. You run up and throw your arms around her, so happy to see her after all this time. She pats your head.
"You ready to go, sweetie?" She asks.
"Yup!"
Chuya approaches Kouyou. "Hey Mommy can we-" He stops talking when he sees you, his face going bright red.
"BIG SIS!" he shrieks. "BIG SIS THATS WHAT I MEANT TO SAY!!"
You snort. "I didn't know you-"
"SHUT UP!!!"
"What did you need, baby?" Kouyou says to him. You grimace.
"Nothing. Never mind." Chuya pouts and stomps away, grumbling something about how this is all Dazai's fault.
"I didn't know Chuya called you Mommy," you giggle.
Kouyou chuckles. "I took care of him when he was younger," she says. "I guess it kind of stuck." Her face turns melancholy for a second. "Kyouka never called me that." Then she smiles. "Anyway, lets go."
In the car, Kouyou starts talking to you about "manners."
"Now, you know that when you eat you have to put your napkin on your lap right?"
"Um...yeah..." You learned that when you were five.
"And you have to sit up straight in your chair. You can't slouch like you do at home."
"I know?" You hate when she does this.
"And you have to use your inside voice."
"Kouyou, I've been to a restaurant before."
"Don't sass me," Kouyou snaps.
Every time you think she's over this, she proves you wrong. You sometimes wonder if she even thinks of you as her girlfriend, and not some kid.
You arrive at the restaurant. You get out of the car and are about to walk there when Kouyou stops you.
"Hold my hand when you cross the street," she says, taking your hand.
The restaurant isn't as fancy as you expected it to be. It's nice looking, but it's not anything to be intimidated by.
"Now, (Y/N), they don't have stuff like mac and cheese here, so you might have to try new things."
You like mac and cheese, but it's not the only thing you like, and certainly not the only thing you eat. You don't know why your girlfriend is being so condescending, but you're not going to bother her about it.
You're looking at the menu when she takes your hand from across the table. You blush, looking up at her, but she's looking at your hand.
