i found this REALLY old kid mizuena drabble i wrote and. i'm melting. they're so they're so Awwww
It was recess, and Mizuki and Ena were playing again.
The two girls frequently played house together, with Ena being the grumpy dad and Mizuki being the cute mom. It worked well for the both of them — Ena got to be bossy (even though she didn't need to be a dad to do that), and Mizuki felt a little flutter in her chest every time Ena called her her wife. Not husband, wife.
But today, things seemed to be different. Mizuki was hiding beneath a tree outside, sniffling and pouting. Her knees were raised up to her chest, as she tried to hide her skirt. It was easy to put together what was going on: it always happened, anyways. Mizuki felt like she should be used to it by now, but that was the farthest thing from the truth.
Ena, seeing Mizuki in that state, crouched down to her level, a worried look on her face. She placed her hands on Mizuki's cheeks, holding her face with her hands. “Mizu? Wha’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I wanna play.”
“But you're my wife, an’ I don't like to see you cry!” Ena exclaimed, frowning.
“...’m not your wife.”
Ena suddenly let out a small haah and raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms to her chest. “Nuh uh, no divorcing just ‘cause you don't wanna say it! C’mon, talk.”
Mizuki's pout only grew bigger, and she hid her face on Ena's chest. Seeing that, the artist instantly softened, sitting down next to Mizuki and letting her cuddle up to her. Ena wasn't the most affectionate one, but the only exception was when she was with the other girl. At this point, it was like they were legitimately married, not just playing house. The two of them did dream about marrying each other for real, but alas, they were too young for marriage. Stupid government, not letting some six year old kids get married.
“Wasn't trying to divorce. Love you too much for that. Just… My classmates were mean, an’ said am not a real girl.”
Now it was Ena's turn to pout. Angry wife mode activated. “Thas stupid! You’re a pretty girl, prettiest girl ever! Prettier than my mommy.”
Mizuki's eyes lit up. “Really? ‘m not your husband?”
“First, dats yucky! Secon’, nope. Just my wife. Hmph.”
Mizuki giggled, hugging Ena tight and letting her press a small kiss to the top of her head. She was feeling so sad over these other kids making fun of her, but… Ena told her she was a girl, a pretty girl, the prettiest girl ever! So it had to be true. Besides, if she tried to talk back, her wife would quickly shoot down the idea and smack her on the head. Don't ask Mizuki how she knows that.
“Mmmmmwah!” Mizuki was caught off-guard as Ena suddenly kissed her cheek. “To make you more happy!”
Mizuki was left kicking her feet and giggling even more like an anime girl, pressing a kiss to Ena's own cheek. “I love you, Enanan!”
“Hmph. I'm mad at you for being mean to my wife.”
“Sowwyyy…”
“Nuh uh!”
Mizuki thought for a while. “...Wha’ if I make you cheesecake?”
“Hmm ♪ I guess I'll give you my fo— gorg— fogivenesses then.”
Recess truly was the best, huh?
