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Ashido Mina (1)

hello it is 2:36 a.m. on christmas day and i need to do some sort of christmas chapter so here you go!!! a chapter featuring the best girl™ and one of many winter prompts that i intend to use more often bc it helps with the motivation *finger gun emoji*

oh and this is another one of those stories where it's told like the narrator is speaking to you so it might seem a bit strange and cooky and wOah what's grammar?? but trust me it's intentional (i hope)

the bold stuff is the og prompt

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Cookies

Have you heard of Danish butter cookies?

If you're like me, you're probably remembering sweet delicious treats that you only really get during the holiday season. And then right after that, you'll remember the crushing disappointment of opening the little round blue tin and find an assortment of everything that isn't cookies.

The tin is a lie.

It is the reason why I have trust issues.

And it the thing that my wife is addicted to.

Every year starting at the end of November, Mina will drag me to every store in Tokyo that is Christmas themed. It makes her smile, so I put up with her literally dragging my arm to the point where I feel like she's going to dislocate it.

After this window shopping spree (as we are broke bitches), she drops me off at our apartment to do a little bit of Christmas present shopping. And even though she's used that excuse for every other time she wants to get out, I don't really care. I trust her enough not to cheat on me, and my gay ass is tired to the point where I pass out on our bed without changing.

When I wake up in the morning, I find Mina sprawled over the couch with crumbs next to her face. Round tins scatter the floor of the living room, and I pray that mice haven't noticed this mess yet

You know, this isn't even a one time deal. Oh no, this is something that'll she do all throughout the winter months until her provider stops selling the cookies.

I'm to blame for all of this. Apparently, she didn't know that these even existed until she saw me munching on them one day. I didn't think anything of it at the time. As a gal who previously lived in the United States, my childhood was spent engulfing these down, and eating them now was simply an act of carrying on that dear childhood tradition.

Little did I know that this would be the thing that opens Pandora's Box.

Kinda overdramatic, but it is still quite relevant to my point. That is, the point I'm trying to make is that this issue literally is ruining our lives. As the family budgeteer, I always make sure we have enough money to afford Mina's outrageous cookie expenses. Her being a professional hero's sidekick and I being a mangaka's assistant, it usually works out pretty well.

This year, however, we can't afford the cookies.

Heaven above gave us an opportunity, and on a beautiful summer day, we officially adopted our son from a friend who wasn't able to raise him. He is the love of our lives and makes the grueling work of parenthood combined with an actual job worth it.

But oh my god, having a kid drains your money so fast. Seriously! Since he's a newborn, you have to buy diapers, formula, a crib, and a lot of other stuff that'll give me a headache if I think about it too much. And let me tell you, we have been trying to cut back on costs. Less going out to eat, more learning how the hell you cook fish like I draw in the mangas. Less fashion, more thrift store bargains. Less Netflix and more of... regular television. The last one hurt the most I have to admit.