Thinking about the way your dishes are mismatched, thrifted from the local donation centers, and they sit drying on the rack as you look out the kitchen window. Smiling as you watch him chase your little one with her bright bows in her hair. The squealing and the sounds of the mythological monster “Fe-Fi-Foing” carried with the early morning breeze.
The smells of breakfast and coffee still linger beside you on the stove while the smells of morning dew and earth come in. Here in your perfectly chaotic small home, where the old washer shakes, the fridge hums on covered in macaroni art, and the little slice of heaven seems to shine just right through the dusty windows you desperately need to clean.
Here you never thought you’d stand as a woman…a wife…a mother. All the sacrifices you had given of yourself and dreams seem worth it. Smiling and feeling your heart swell you let the soapy dishwater keep you in the moment when your big lug of a husband catches your little gremlin and they fall down in the grass laughing hysterically.
Toji, Sukuna, Capitano, Sylus, Nuevillette, Zhongli, Kafka, Cyno, Guts, Captain Obi, Konro, Benimaru, Chosito, Yuji, Megumi, Bakugo, Izuku, Kirishima, Shoto, Dabi, Daichi, Kita, Osamu Miya, Ushijima, ichigo, sanemi, Genya, Gyomei, Tanjiro, Inosuke, Sephiroth, Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Adrian tepes, Trevor Belmont…
