MISUMI SHINYYA
"Ya know we didn't realize it was you until you faced us fully." Atsumu said. "Black suits you by the way."
"And blond doesn't suits you." I replied as he started whining about how much trouble he's been through to dye his hair just for people to call him a piss head.
Snickering, Osamu then asked, "What about me?"
"'Samu you definitely look hot."
"This is favoritism!"
"Thank you Shin-chan." Osamu replied, giving Atsumu a smug smile.
After a few steps, we finally reached the Miya Household's doorstep. The familiar scent of freshly cut grass and dominating lavender aromas from the garden reached my nose; a wave of happy childhood memories came flooding back.
Twisting the doorknob, only to find it locked, Osamu then rang the doorbell and not a second later multiple footsteps started approaching from the inside.
The door swung open, revealing a middle-aged, Miya Kazue and a middle-aged woman, Miya Akari also known to be the twins' parents.
"Hey—"
"Shinyya dear!"
I was quickly engulfed in a tight hug by Mama Miya as she swayed me side to side while the twins' father had his hand on my head to ruffle my hair.
"A-Akari-san...I can't breathe," I croaked out.
Chuckling, she released the hug and cupped my cheeks, scanning me up and down. "It's been so long...look at you, you've grown into a fine, beautiful young woman, didn't she honey?"
"Indeed," Kazue-san nodded, smiling.
"Glad to see our favorite child back!"
"That's unfair." Osamu muttered, his stomach growling.
"She's not even your daughter!" Atsumu shrieked. "'Samu and I are your sons for fuck's sake!"
"Did we ever had sons honey?" Akari-san turned to his husband with an innocent look.
"I think not."
"Mean!" The twins said in unison as we entered the abode.
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It has been an hour now since we arrived and a few minutes since we all sat around the dining table, conversing like old times; the feeling of having dinner with people I call family once again.
The Miyas are like family to me and the last time I had a family dinner with them was the night before the day of the accident.
Frowning sadly at the thought, a voice broke me out of my trance that could've brought me into tears again.
"Why didn't Hina-san come?" Akari-san asked.
Pushing the food down my throat, I sipped some water and replied. "She wanted to stay back to watch over the house, since ya know, it's our first time in two years moving back here and she wanted to secure everything. But she sent her regards by the way."
"Ooh! She still works for the household?" Atsumu asked.
"Yeah," I replied, smiling, "Even after all my family has been through, she still sticked by my side...honestly after the events that happened I was worried she'd resign from the job and leave me alone..."
"You're not alone, dear," Akira-san reached her hand out, laying it ontop of mines as she caressed it reassuringly. "You got Hina-san and us Miyas."
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