𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 | 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘬𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔵

The (L/n) household had always been a rather lively one despite the fact that there were only two official occupants of the relatively large apartment.

Although, that could also be attributed to a third person almost living there anyways. The third person being (Y/n)'s mother's best friend-- Meher Ahmed.

Aunt Meher, as the seventeen-year-old had known the woman all her life, had been a constant and prominent figure in both the (L/n) women's lives.

For (M/n), Meher was a pillar of constant support.

For (Y/n), the woman was an unquestioning confidant and guiding figure. Also, on many occasions, the 'Vodka Aunt', but that little detail could well be ignored when Meher was feeling mature.

Because of the decades old friendship and trust between the two adult women, Meher possessed a key to the apartment, and she utilized it to the fullest. Everyday, before (Y/n) got home from school, she would be poking around the professional-grade kitchen with a strange concoction cooking. Once (M/n) returned from work, the three of them would sit down for an hour of gossiping and watching whichever show they were hooked on currently.

It was a complete home, (Y/n) decided. They were an unconventional little family of two best friends, one teenager, and the absent father who would often drop by with foreign wine and gourmet chocolate.

"I'm home," (Y/n) called out as soon as she entered the apartment.

There was muffled clang from the direction of the kitchen and then the sound of feet pounding down the hallway. A smile came to (Y/n)'s lips at the sight of Meher skidding to a halt in front of her just as she slipped off her shoes.

"Hi, honey," the woman greeted warmly, ruffling the teenager's hair with customary affection. "What took you so long today?"

Waving away Meher's hand with a practiced ease, (Y/n) traced the familiar path to the kitchen where a bowl of fruit and flavored yogurt were laid out in wait for her. "I had a study date with a friend," she answered, sitting down on one of the barstools placed by the island counter.

Meher took her place on the other side, picking up her abandoned spoon and a bowl of what appeared to be cake batter. "Which one? Ayumi, or was it that kid you tutor-- Noya?" the woman questioned curiously.

"You don't know this one, I guess," (Y/n) replied around a mouthful of yogurt. "Sugawara Koushi. He's in my class."

Eyebrows rising slightly, Meher nodded. "Alright." She shrugged. "He didn't bore you, did he? You tend to complain about the multiple dull guys in your class."

An impish grin made its way onto the girl's face. "No, he didn't bore me." She chuckled. "Suga's smart enough to hold an enjoyable conversation. Plus, he's really respectful and sweet."

"Oh, my," Meher gasped dramatically. "Is that a nickname I hear? Is this Suga kid cute? A potential candidate for the title of 'boyfriend' perhaps?"