Your Friendly Neighbourhood Disappointment

Mukuro was frantic making sure the house was clean while Makoto sat on the floor playing with their two year old daughter Naho. Junko was coming over, and she wanted to make sure everything was perfect.

“Babe calm down.” Makoto told her gently, looking up at her for a moment. She shook her head, neatening the throw pillows on the sofa for the ninth time that morning. She was about to speak, but the doorbell swiftly cut her off.

“She’s here. I’ll go get it.” Mukuro said, hurrying out of the living room. She opened the door, seeing Junko stood impatiently. Behind her was Yasuke, carrying a large bag, and their daughter Hoshiko.

“Took long enough, didn’t you?” Junko said, rolling her eyes and putting an arm around Mukuro in an awkward hug. She just hugged her in return and let her in, not expecting any more from her. She let them in, instructing them to go into the living room.

The two youngsters sat on the floor playing with some of Naho’s toys while the adults occupied the sofa. Junko grabbed one of the bags, practically throwing it at Mukuro.

“Here. For Naho.” Junko said. Mukuro looked inside, seeing a bunch of pink clothes. Clearly clothes Hoshiko had grown out of. She appreciated them, since she’d be able to save the money she would’ve had to spend on clothes.

“Thank you. She’ll appreciate them for sure.” Mukuro told her, setting the bag down beside her. Junko nodded once, laying back.

Kyoko: Who is?

All was calm and peaceful in the Naegi household. Mukuro was sat on the sofa watching the TV, relaxing after a busy day, while Makoto played with their one year old daughter Naho. She stood up, wobbling around a little. Makoto grinned, holding his hands out to her.

“Come on Naho. Come here.” He encouraged sweetly, grinning at her. Mukuro looked over, realising what was about to happen. She muted the TV and started filming on her phone, wanting to catch this moment on film. Naho tentatively took a few wobbly steps towards her dad, falling into his open arms. “You did it! I’m so proud of you baby!” Makoto stood up and spun her around, causing her to giggle and laugh. She definitely had her dad’s smile.

Okay! Here you go:

Anxiety and Excitement. Two different emotions co-existing inside Mukuro on the biggest day of her life. Her wedding day. She stood in front of the mirror, just staring at her reflection. She could never imagine this happening, and yet here she was. It still didn’t feel real that she was about to marry her one true love. The door opened, and in entered her higher-up from her time in Fenrir. The look on his face could only be described as ‘proud father’ as he walked over and hugged her gently. She hugged back for a moment, linking her arm with his as he lead her out of the room and towards the church.

Mukuro: That is the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.

Korekiyo could never actually give consent, and was taken advantage of by his (much) older sister.

Mukuro was manipulated from the moment she was born by her twin sister, and was never really able to make her own decisions.