"Mama, pigtails, please,"
"Papa, can I have bows like sissy?"
A complete utter mess the Sukuna household has become this morning. You and Sukuna were running around the whole house trying to get your kids ready for school.
"Papa! It's uneven!" Your daughter said, frustrated at the unevenness of her hair. "It's not!" Sukuna tries to counter. "Mamaaaa" your daughter jumps off of Sukuna's lap and runs directly to you, who was fixing your son's hair.
"Mama, papa ruined my hair!" Your daughter cried out. "I did not!" Sukuna said, rushing into the bathroom. "It's uneven, Mama!" The pink haired toddler siad bowing her head to show you the uneven ties.
"It's perfectly fine!" Sukuna grumbles, crossing her eyes. "It's uneven, Kuna," you said, giving your daughters head a quick glance before going back to fixing your son's hair.
"See, Papa! Mama, make my hair next, please!" Your daughter says to which you nod. "Baby, you need to get up. You're done now," you say, caressing your son's check to wake him up. "Mama..." Your son responds sleepily before placing a soft kiss on your cheek.
You pass your son to your husband to get him to wear his uniform and carry your daughter onto the sink to do her hair.
"It's not uneven," Sukuna whispers to himself as he walks towards the bed. "It is, though, papa," your son replies.
Surprisingly, you all got yourselves to the car and to the school just in time. Students the same age as your children were seen running towards the school, their parents waving by the gate.
"Make sure to behave, hmm?" You said kissing both your children's cheek. The two nodded obediently at you. "Don't allow anyone belittle you, alright? But never throw the first punch!" Sukuna said to your daughter.
"Don't let anyone hurt your sister and make sure to be respectful to everyone, especially to girls, alright baby?" Your son nods and gives you a salute.
"Call us when you need anything, okay?"
"Yes, mama, papa," the two answer.
"Papa, why are you crying?" Your son asks as he looks up his father. "I'm not crying!" Your husband sniffles.
"You look ugly when you cry, Papa," your daughter judges.
You could only laugh at the three of them. "Bye-bye, mama, papa," the two of them wave, and then your son takes his sister's hand as they both walk with each other.
You stand up and glance down at Sukuna. "Stop crying, Ryo," you say to your husband. He only cries harder.
