Soraru x Mafumafu

When I First Saw You - After Story

Warning: A short after story of a series I've done from a long, long time ago. ABO.

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When I first opened my eyes, when I first saw him, he looked as if he was about to cry. The me back then didn't quite understand why he looked like that, but I was told that he was just really happy to have me.

He was always really strong, always doing things on his own, standing back up by himself even when he was pushed down multiple times. He was also the most caring person I would ever see in my life, putting other people first rather than himself, sometimes I wondered how would it be for him when things got super hard on him.

"Ah, you can't do that," he said with a warning tone behind his voice. He took the knife away from me, and frowned. "It's dangerous, Iroha,"

Mama had also always been one of the most careful people I knew, like how he was doing now. He wouldn't even let me hold onto the knife even though it was not the first time I was using it.

"But Mama, Iroha wants to help Mama out in the kitchen," I looked up at him as I tugged at his apron lightly.

"Then maybe you can help wash the vegetables," he put my knife back at where it was, where I couldn't reach, and continued chopping his onion.

"Nuh-uh, I want to chop onions too," I pouted at him. "I want Papa to eat the onions I chopped!"

Mama let out a heavy sigh. He chopped the onion into a smaller piece, took out a smaller knife that fits perfectly in my tiny hands, and carried me up to put me on a stool so that I could reach the countertop.

"Be careful, okay?" Mama said worriedly. He was always like this, giving in to my selfish requests. "Remember what you need to do?"

"Cat's paw!" I exclaimed excitedly.

"That's right, cat's paw," Mama smiled and patted me on the head. "Because we don't want accidents to happen-"

Mama stopped talking all of a sudden because he was interrupted by something from behind, or rather, someone.

"What are you doing, Mafumafu?" said the voice from behind us. He had his arms circled around Mama's waist, and pulled him into his arms.

"Papa!" I dropped my knife on the chopping board and put up both my arms at Papa. Papa slipped his other hand that wasn't around Mama under me and picked me up. I immediately hugged him back and rubbed my cheeks against his. "You're early today!"

"Work's done earlier than I expected. Did you miss me, Iroha?" Papa smiled and kissed me on the cheek, making me giggle.

"Don't scare me like that, Soraru-san," Mama pouted and pinched Papa by his cheek.

"I couldn't help it when I see my two favourite people so focused on cutting up onions," Papa replied with a wry smile before he put me down on my stool.

I could feel his hand on my head, ruffling my hair up lightly, messing it up. But I knew it was not so he could annoy me with it, but more so that he could act all lovey-dovey with Mama by pressing my head down a little.

My Papa and Mama were one of those parents who could never get sick and tired of each other, which I very much appreciated. But it was during times like this, that as a daughter, it was pretty embarrassing to hear the sound of their lips locking onto each other, and really difficult to pretend not knowing about it.

"Papa! Iroha's hair is all messed up now!" I said grumpily. It was so I could bring them back to reality, and remind them about my presence.

"I'm sorry about that," Papa grinned, not the least bit of guilt in him at all.