YumeMochii

You were gone and, though he didn't want to, he had to admit it. Come face to face with the ugly truth.

That's how he found himself standing at a grave with your name engraved on it. People had been. He could tell by the cheap flowers you always loved. A small chuckled escaped his lips at the memory of you yelling at him for spending so much money on a bouquet of flowers when cheap ones were perfectly fine. Hell, you would have accepted flowers stolen from the park.

A woman who had money in the palm of her hand and yet you always went for the cheaper option. Claiming that money never out-shined love and authenticate.

Then again, he couldn't help himself from getting you the best of the best gravestone. He always believed you deserved the best. Sometimes not even the best was the best. Everything good that happened in life, you deserved it.

Life had other plans.

Chuuya placed a bouquet of [Favourite Flowers] into an empty pot that lay beside your grave. "Hey, you" He felt embarrassed talking to your stone. People spoke to graves all the time, even if they didn't want to, but to him it was almost a draw back to when yous had first met.

He remembered seeing you lost on the side walk of Yokohama. You glanced around your surroundings as if you were looking out for someone or searching for them. A friend? Family? co-worker? lover? He wasn't sure, but what he was sure off was you were going to be there alone. Forty minutes went by and you were stood in the same place.

"Hey, you" He approached you.

That's how it started. A girl lost in a city that wasn't hers and a port mafia executive deciding to catch a break for once.

"Sorry for avoidin ya" He crouched down. "I couldn't bare it" He talked on and on. Did people who regularly visit their loved ones do this? Did they find it therapeutic in a way? He started to. He found that the more he spoke the lighter his chest began to feel. His chest or his heart? He couldn't decide, but he knew it was a nice feeling.

"You be happy to hear I'm on vacation," He could imagine those lines forming at the edge of your bows as they frowned. Your lips always pulled into the cutest pout he had ever seen "and before you make that face, it wasn't technically forced" You hated when he took forced breaks. He rested because people told him too, not because he wanted too and you knew you were no exception.

"It's tough without you. I had a nightmare the first night. Two hours later, I called Dazai. All it took were the sounds of my uneven breathing for him to catch on" The leather of his gloves tightened as he closed his hands into fists. "I hate feelin vulnerable unless it was you"

"We ended up drinkin til I passed out" His tongue clicked the roof of his mouth. "Hated it. Knew you would too"

Meow.

Chuuya froze.

He turned to face the cat, his eyes widening ever so slightly as he took in the cat. Nothing about the cat was abnormal. A normal, healthy looking cat. White fur with brown patches around its body and face. One covered it's eye, almost like an eye-patch. That wasn't what got Chuuya frozen like a deer at headlights. It wasn't the cat walking up to him slowly, meowing as it walked between his legs and rubbed against him. It wanted pets.

"When I die. I want to come back as a cat"

Your voice rang through his head.

He thought the conversation was a bit odd at the time but now he wondered if you always knew about your faith. It wasn't the fact that you said you wanted to be a cat when you died. The cat that sat a beside him, her tongue cleaning her paw, was the cat you described to be your next body.

The white fur with brown splotches scattered around it's body and that one eye-patch looking spot. That was the real kicker for him. She looked exactly how you explained she would. Her straight attachment to him didn't really help.

If he believed in re-carination and believed the words you spoke about coming back as a cat, that meant that this fur ball had your soul trapped inside.

"[Name]?" He called out to the cat to see how she reacted to the name. For a second she didn't do anything with it. Still sat there with her paw to her mouth, licking it clean. It was only when he said it again, a little louder this time, that the cat paused mid-action. Her paw slowly dropped to the floor as [eye-colour] pierced through Chuuya's gaze.

It took a while to find you, with so many people being here, but he eventually found evidence of your existence in the cabin.

Your voice.

Always vocal.

Since secondary school you were always so vocal. You were heard before you were seen and that's how finding you was never an issue to him or any other mates of yours. If they couldn't spot you all they had to do was listen out for a laugh, scream, yell, cry or yelp. Most of the time they were harmless and just you having fun or being argumentative. Only once did it settle fear into him.

You were there standing by one of the glassed double doors that lead out into the garden. Accompanying you was a male in a costume that resembled the transformer Bumblebee in a way. Logan watched from afar for a while, waiting to see any of those anxiety tics you developed after the attack.

If you wanted to get back out there he couldn't be by your side constantly. You claimed he was scaring the hoes away. You both knew it was because, deep down, you weren't ready to do it alone.

You lasted longer this time. No fidgeting hands, no eye twitch and no rapid foot tapping. He was proud.

then, the guy got closer. You seemed okay. Seemed to enjoy the close proximity. You were always affectionate and clingy, so close proximity had never been an issue for you before. Sure, after the event you become more distant and struggled to even give your dad a hug but over the years you had gotten better, if not even more affectionate. It was good.

Fidgeting hands.

Okay, maybe not.

Bumblebee was now almost towering over you. Your chests nearly touching each other, his arm placed high above. You looked trapped and from the twitch under your eye, you probably felt trapped. That was his cue to go in. Sweep you off your feet like the knight in shining armour role he has taken.

"[Name], there you are" Logan's voice was slightly louder than usual so the male could hear him over the blaring speakers and noisy people.

You both looked in the direction his voice came from. The males face dropped, a look of annoyance glimmering in his eyes. Logan didn't care. He only cared about you and how you were holding up in the current situation.

Your eye stopped twitching, but you still fidgeted with your fingers. Calming down, that was good. You still felt like you in were in danger though.

"Logan" You sounded relieved to see him. He could see the disappointment in the males face. Luckily for him, the guy caught on that maybe something was going on between the two of you so he quickly left.

"Here, got you a drink" Logan pulled the can tab to open it. You took the can from him and took a sip from it. It felt nice and refreshing. More importantly, it felt clean. "You okay?" Logan's question pulled you back to reality.

"Uhm, Yeah. I am now" This was somewhat true. You were calming down from a near panic attack. You always held onto his pinky finger whenever you tried to ground yourself.

Distraction.

"Garrett came as a magician" Logan hoped his attempt to get your mind off the interaction would work, and it did. You turned to him with stars twinkling in your eyes.

"I saw Hannah go upstairs with bunny ears! She must be a bunny from the hat! Isn't it so cute!" You looped your arm around his, inching closer to his side. His distraction worked. The interaction nearly went from your mind and that easy personality was coming back.

"Still pissed [Friend Name] came with Tyler as Bloom and Sky. We were supposed to be Bloom and Flora!" Another sip from your can. "Last second my arse! He looks great!" Another sip. You were improving. That can would have been thrown away after that interaction.

"We have to match next year!"

"And keep the rumours going?"

"If Jules doesn't post it than it's not true. Everyone knows this"

"People still talk"

"Let them." You huffed. "It's out-shinned the slut who enjoyed it rumour"

"[Name]" A warning. He didn't like you talking about that rumour that managed to sneak its way onto college. It happened in secondary school and yet its somehow transferred to your college life.

"Sorry, sorry." You apologised. "I won't mention it again tonight"

"Good." A small peck on the head. "C'mon, lets go find Tuck"

Anyways, lowkey thinking of making her into a character and writing a book about her. Interests? Anyone?

"[Name?]" The shift in his tone got you stirring. How can he go from worried, screaming out your name until his voice gave out, to a soft questioning tone. A hint of concern laced through the words.

You were only out for what felt like a minute, unable to feel anything until you felt a limb move. Your arm, you thought. It twitched rather harshly. Then your other arm. Your leg, the other leg. You could move again.

"Doll, wake up" He lured you to the conscious world. The waking world. Your lids grew light and the capability to keep them closed slowly slipped past you. Blinding light shined in your eyes, unlike the moonlight that fell down on you when you felt the bullet go through your chest.

Sun? How so? It was barely midnight when you and Chuuya went to the meeting point. How can the sun have risen within such a short time span?

"Slowly now" A shadow lingered over your face, the morning orange hue being blocked. It helped you adjust to the lighting. Blurry shapes formed themselves into a man, into your lover. Your ginger glorious lover.

"Chu??" Your voice was hoarse. Prehaps you had been out longer than you thought. One of those times where you blink and suddenly you've somehow traveled hours ahead of time. Unaware you fell into a deep sleep. You certainly didn't feel refreshed. Even if your lids felt light and you were awake, your body felt exhausted. Your mind crying for a nap already.

It was,

Weird.

Chuuya's ginger locks fell over his shoulder as he leaned forward to leave a small kiss on your forehead. It felt real. You could feel his soft lips linger on your skin. But, something felt odd. It felt a little too real. "You were tossin' and turnin' nearly all night."

You rested your arms below your figure, using them to hoist yourself up onto the bed. Chuuya followed you, his hand still blocking the morning sun from blinding you. "I was?" You don't even remember falling asleep. Was the scene that played out before nothing more than a dream? Did you somehow blend reality with fiction. Even then, why dream such a horrible scenario? Your own death.

"Sounded like a bad dream"

"Yeah. . . Of sorts"

"Well, it's over now" His arm dropped from the air. The sun fell on your face gently, basking you in a golden hue. It felt warm on your face, the early sun. "I'll make us some coffee" Duvet covers shifted and the mattress lifted as Chuuya got out of bed. The sudden wave of loneliness startled you, as if the nightmare wasn't actually a nightmare but reality.

"I'll come too" you announced. You didn't want to startle him and rush out of bed, not knowing how to explain that the bad dream you had was of your own death and now being alone scares you. To him, you got up normally. Normal speed. Pushing the blanket up against the pillows in a neatly manner and slipping your feet into your house slippers.

"Sure" He didn't seem to notice the change. That was good.

You both walked into the kitchen. Chuuya didn't stop walking when you got to the stools by the counters. He kept going until the coffee machine was sat in front of him. You sat on the high stool watching him grind the beans before pressing the button that poured water into the grouphead, filtering the coffee.

An odd presence made you turn around and take in your surroundings. The kitchen and living area in the one room, separated by a counter. Down a hall was your shared bedroom and the bathroom. A simple apartment but enough for two people. As you took in the years worth of photos from your travels, some house warming gifts sent by friends and your family, you noticed something. . . .odd.

A red lamp.

You don't remember being gifted a lamp or even buying a lamp. It looked cheap as well. Everything here was rather overpriced for people with a normal income. Chuuya tend to buy more extravagant things. Nothing ever simple. Not like the red lamp.

"Luv?" Chuuya's voice pulled you back from your thoughts. Quickly, you snapped your head back at him with a slight fear glint in your eyes. Enough to concern him.

Your coffee mug was placed in front of you. "Everything ok?" He asked, his eyes staring into your soul, but there was something wrong about them. They felt. . . Lifeless.

"Oh, uhm. Yeah. Everything's fine" with a fresh cup of coffee in your hands, warming them up, you glanced over your shoulder where that unusual red lamp stood, thinking it would vanish by now.

It was still there.

APHMAU HAD INVITED YOU and Blaze out for dinner one night. You were all older by now and you and Aphmau had bumped into each other at the store when she invited you.

It wasn't anything fancy but you loved a good excuse to dress up and there was on dress in particular that you had been waiting to try on. Waiting for the perfect occasion and tonight seemed like that occasion.

Blaze was already in the living room waiting for you. A simple shirt and jeans were thrown on him, his hair tied back into a half-up half-down style. Not much thought was put into it, as usual. Blaze had been scrolling on his phone when he heard the clicks of your heels on the stairs. The man instantly placed his phone down and turned around to watch you emerge from upstairs.

The sight of you had him in a chokehold.

You were in a dress that hugged your body tightly. Your stomach pouch being shown, as well as your ass. The deep v-neck showed just enough cleveage to motivate the wolf to be on his best behaviour in hopes he'd get an award once yous are home.

He was staring too much, you got nervous. Your natural blush deepened so much that the cosmetic blush on your cheeks turned a dark pink. Suddenly you felt self-conscious. Your arms wrapped around your torso to get your stomach out of his view, "too much? Should I get a jacket? It's too late to change now" doubt swirled in your voice. You had waited so long to wear this dress and you liked how it looked in the mirror but now you weren't so sure it was the right choice.

"No!" The man stood on the sofa, yelling out in defense. It stunned you, you looked at him like he had just confessed to something unexpected.

Blaze, with his long legs, stood over the sofa with ease and approached you, holding you by your arms. This wild look in his eyes, but not like a-great-bedroom-night-wild. Almost like he had a sudden realisation. "Do not change"

"Wh. . Why?"

"Because you look stunning!"

"You were looking too long"

"I was admiring my girl"

Again, your cheeks flushed at rhe compliment. Him and his little nicknames always got at you and you hated how it still wasn't something you were used too.

He removed his hands from your shoulders and placed them on the arms that hid your stomach from him. Slowly and gently, he pulled them away "Don't hide yourself" A tone so gentle you wouldn't believe it came from the same loud mouth. "Okay?"

Which makes you believe the reason why neither have returned after the sun rested over the seas horizon is because you would have killed Bruce.

And that was the plan.

Once she was put to bed, all tuckered out from the long day date. Bruce was toast.

You had done your night routine -shower, skin-care, hair rolled up into curls, fresh pyjamas and a nice cup of tea beside the crackling fire- when the two returned.

Nine p.m. on a schools night.

In came your little girl wearing a new lavender custom made princess dress you hadn't seen before. A new diamond tiara on her head. In the centre of the tiara was a real amethyst crystal.

Yet again, he has spent thousands of dollars on her. Which, isn't the issue. The issue was that she should have been in bed since eight thirty. Half an hour after her bedtime.

"Mama! Mama! Look! I'm a pwincess" Your daughter runs up to you, twirling around to show you the dress her daddy had bought her. Her little giggles filled the room as she spun, watching the skirt of her princess dress extend out.

"You look stunning lovely" You settled your book on the side table. It was time for her to go to bed. "Alfred will run you your bedtime bath" You stood up, "Come along now" Hands on your daughters shoulders, you walk her out of the living room and towards the bathroom.

"But I don't want to go to bed!" Your little princess whined, trying to fight you off as you carried her up the mansion stairs.

"I know darlin"

This happened everytime Bruce took her out for a father-daughter date during the weekdays. They get home, she's feeling all the luxury she has, she doesn't want to go to bed, it takes an hour and a half to get her ready and into bed than another half hour of getting her to sleep than in the morning she's all grumpy and school is a prison to her.

☁️⋆˚꩜｡ RICHARD "DICK" GRAYSON

GIRL DAD ALERT! Dick is that dad that dresses up with his daughter during playtime. He has no shame. If his daughter wants to wear princess dresses and tiaras to the new princess movie, he is going to join in. Tea-parties is a regular in your household.

THE GOOD THING ABOUT Dick being a vigilante and mainly working during the night is that you can go to your day job without having to worry about childcare because your husband is a stay-at-home-dad. For the most part. While you work he is at home handling your daughter.

It was sweet, the time they have. Dick treated each day like it was his last. He knew his abilities, you knew that too, but the fear of dying during a mission had struck him more since your baby girl was born. Now he isn't fighting to return to you, he is fighting to return to you and your baby girl.

There was never a duel day in the Grayson household. Something was always happening. Memories were always being made and time was always being appreciated.

You would walk into your house after work, the office jacket you wore for hours would be shrugged off your shoulders and hung up on the coat rack near the door. Music would play in the distant, muffled by the closed door of your daughters room. You knew what was happening and what you were going to walk into.

Slowly, camera at a ready, you opened the door and hit record on the camera as the door swung open bit by bit until your husband was in the camera's view with his pink feathered boa draped around his shoulders. The plastic tiara you had bought her months back sitting on his head. Her child make-up smeared all over his face. He looked ridiculous. You couldn't help but crack up at the sight, exposing you.

Instantly, Dick turned towards the door with that grin on his smile. "Oh, would you look at what the cat dragged in"

"You look so beautiful. I'm sure the criminals will come running after you" You teased.

"Ha ha. Very funny" He wasn't impressed by that one.

Peaking from around the door was your toddler. Her boa falling off her shoulders, cake crumbles scattered over her princess dress and her make-up oddly done rather nicely. Dick must have done that or his daughter secretly hates him. "Mama!" Her little blue eyes lit up like the blue sky on a summers day when she saw you.

"Hi buba. Having a tea party?" You walked into the room, making sure the camera was capturing your daughter.

"Yeah! We were having stawberry shortcake! We have [Flavour] cake too! I wanted to wait for you" She was such a sweet little girl.

"Thank you buba. You are so kind to mama" You settled down beside your daughter, bringing her in for a side hug and planting a small kiss to her forehead. "Shall we?"

"Yes!" Your little girl beamed.

☁️⋆˚꩜｡ JASON TODD

TEE HEE. He is a girl dad, and when she was younger it was great. There were no arguments, no yelling, no tempers, no buttons being pushed. It was pure bless. Sure, the occasional toddler tantrum but that was normal. Even in her teen years when it was clear she took more of Jason's traits than yours, she was always a daddys girl. After every fight they had when either one would storm out, she'd come back to her daddy. Was it a healthy relationship once she became a teenager? No. But, it wasn't the worst either. It was just a clone fighting with her creator.

THE FIGHT TONIGHT WAS practically bad. These fights were rather rare to occur. You had learnt that they either occur when a mission had gotten to personal and close to home for Jason, or if your daughter was struggling with her teenage life and drama and, just like her father, her patience wears thin. Her temper is short and suddenly there's a whole lot of buttons that can be pressed to trigger her.

On these days you decide to leave the house until they figure it out. Typically you get some sort of an apology message that gives you the okay to go back home. But, tonight was different. It was nearly midnight and yet, no message. The fights only lasted hours, but this one has lasted nearly a day now. It wasn't like them to go this long without apologising to one another.

"Everything okay?" Graysons wife placed her wine glass down when she noticed you just staring at your own wine glass. The liquid inside just swirling around, not being drunk.

"Ye. . yeah. Just, they've been silent nearly all day. It's not like them" You fessed up.

"Best you check on them"

"Mhm. . you're right"

And so, you went home.

First, you went to check on your daughter. She always locked her door but when you did your little knock, knock, knocks, she would open the door to you and talk to you about what was going on. It's how most fights got made up. You would leave them for a while, talk to your daughter, talk to Jason and maybe thirty minutes later they apologise to one another. But tonight, nothing.

Her door wasn't even locked. You walked in and it was empty. Her blinds were rolled up and her bed was made. It's the exact way she leaves it every morning.

Next, you checked in on Jason. Slowly, you opened the door wincing whenever the door hinges creaked from their old age. Oil. You need to put oil one them at some point. You peaked your head around the corner, a soft "Jason?" escaping your lips as you scanned the room.

There, laying in your shared bed was Jason. Being the summer time the window beside him was cracked open a little bit with the curtains drawn back. His chest bare and exposed, you could see it rise and fall as he breathed. You also saw [Hair colour] peaking out from under the covers.

You tilted your head, a soft smile curving at your lips, you knew who it was. You were just shocked a little. Since becoming a teenager your daughter hasn't been to massively affectionate with Jason. Not like how she used to be when she was a little girl. It was heart-warming to see her go back to her old ways.

You inched closer until you were at Jasons side of the bed. Gently, you lifted the covers up to see your daughter fast asleep. Her head resting on Jason's chest, the stuffed teddy he got her when she was born clutched in her hands and Jason's arm draped over her. You blinked for a second and that teenage girl that was struggling with her hormones, boys, girl group dramas, school and teenage life in general turned into your little girl. The little girl that would sit with you until her daddy came home, throwing herself in his arms the second he walked through those doors. The little girl that would koala hug her father during thunderstorms or those night terrors she gets.

And you got Gris, and life has been so much better. You have been so much better. You could know go pee without worry of your baby waking from his nap, or have a shower while he was awake because his daddy was with him. Gris would get up in the night when he cried so you could sleep, only waking you when the little guy needed feeding. Life was so much better with Gris around.

You, Tomme and Riyo had all gone out for the day. Since the baby was born you had only left the bedroom to make yourself food when he was napping, so leaving HQ entirely was new.

The three of yous had gone for the whole day, Enjin picking you up near dinner time.

It was a fantastic day. You ate at your favourite cafe and restaurant. You went shopping for yourself and bought the baby some clothes he would grow into. Saw a movie and by the end of the day, yous were sitting at a cafe just chatting and having tea/coffee, waiting for Enjin.

You couldn't wait to tell Gris about the girls day. You also couldn't wait to thank him for allowing you to go out. Taking the baby for the day so you could leave HQ and be free from the four walls that confined you.

"Gris-" You opened the door to your shared room, your arms full of shopping bags. You wanted to start by asking when your favourite Cafe added a new item to the menu but stopped your words when you saw the scene ahead.

A book, laid on top of the pages he was reading, beside Gris. His arm that the book was held in, stretched out beside him. Laying on his chest, curled up in that newborn position was your son, Gris' hand on the baby's back. Both boys were knocked out.

Baby boy must have been fussy during nap time. Gris only read when it was time for bed or if he was winding down for the night. You wondered if he read the book out loud to baby boy and in the process, both had fallen asleep.

Carefully, you placed your bags down on the armchair that sat next to your vanity. Making sure to make no noise that could wake them up; especially baby. Removing your shoes to eliminate the sound of your heels hitting against the floor board, you crept to your side of the bed, the mattress dipping at your sudden weight.

"Mhmmm?" Gris groaned, his free hand moving. You could hear it patting the mattress in search of you; the corrupt that woke him up. Finally, it found you. Lazily, he held your waist. "Honey?" He called out, eyes slowly opening.

"Sorry" you whispered an apology, "I didn't mean to wake you"

Gris shook his head "Nah, nah. I was just. . .resting my" a yawn "eyes".

You lifted up the blanket covers and crawled underneath. You guided Gris' arm to go behind you as you scooted closer, laying his hand over your shoulder. Head resting on his shoulder. "Resting your eyes?" Not a word of what he had said was believed, and he knew this.

Gris played it off. "Yeah, just resting my eyes" Now he was awake.

Gris turns to you, that soft look entering his eyes. That look that made you feel like the only person, let alone woman, on the ground. The look that said you were his world. The look that made you melt every time it glistened in those blue orbs of his. "how was today?"

"It was amazing"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah"

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed your day out"

baby boy steered on Gris' chest grabbing both of your attentions. A little groan came from Gris, giving you the impression that putting little man down to sleep was a tough challenge. You knew it was. He could sleep all day but once that sun sets over the horizon that boy was wide awake. But, he didn't wake up. He was only moving ever so slightly to become more comfortable.

Both of you sighed in relief.

"Looks like we'll be getting a few hours of uninterrupted sleep" A soft kiss is planted onto the temple of your head. You glance up at Gris,

You, on the other hand were wearing the same pj's for about a week now. Not once had you gotten dressed into proper clothing. You couldn't remember when you last had a proper shower. Only ever quick ones because, again, Gris has been on a mission. [Baby Name] didn't like being alone for five minutes. Even for nap-time, if he sensed your presence was gone he would start crying.

Your vision blurred as tears built up in your eyes. [Baby Name]'s tears grew louder and louder until they were pounding against your skull. The only sound you could hear. You couldn't even hear your own crying, they had intensified that much.

Your hand covered your mouth, muffling your tears.

You wanted to be a mother. Wanted to start the family both you and Gris would talk about at night before and during your pregnancy. This is what you wanted, and yet here you were, crying over your baby boy.

Feeling like the worst mother in the world. What kind of mother are you if your own child won't stop crying in your presence.

He must be so tired of you.

You were so tired of him. You just wanted him to stop crying so you could sleep. You were so tired. When was the last time you got a full nights rest?

WAA

WAAA

WAAA WAA WAAA WAAA

"Stop it. Stop it" You muttered under your breath, your teary eyes looking down at the crying baby boy in your arms, wrapped in his favourite blanket. "Stop it!" You screamed, sobbing.

Why won't he stop crying for gods sake!

Why did Gris have to go on that stupid mission! Why couldn't he be here to help with the baby! This was so fucking hard! You can't keep doing this! You aren't on your own ,so why does it feel like you are!

"[Name]?"

Your thoughts came to a halt when you heard a voice coming from the bedroom door. Wiping away the fresh tears, you turn to greet the person.

There.

The man you were cursing.

There he stood at the doorway, a look of concern gracing his face. Those stupid bushy brows knitting together as he notices the fresh tear stains on your cheeks and the pj's you wore the morning he left. The bags under your eyes, showing the lack of sleep, and the crying baby boy in your arms. His blanket dangerously close to covering his head.

"Darlin?" He entered the room, walking to your side. He didn't sit down, he didn't stand there. He knelt down on one knee, his eyes locked onto your watery ones. "What happened?" Careful to not bring it to your attention, Gris placed his larger hand over yours. The one that was holding the blanket fabric over the baby boy's face. Slowly, and carefully, he guided your hand -and the fabric- away from the baby.

"I'm. . .so. . .tired" You weakly admitted, those damn tears falling once again.

Your arms became light. It almost took you by surprise. You were convinced you were going to fall onto the mattress, the sudden lack of weight was that sudden.

The baby was now in Gris' arms, being cradled against his chest and all crying ceased. He stopped. He just wanted his daddy.

You wanted him too. What took him so damn long?

"When was the last time you slept baby?" Those damn soft eyes never left you. He made you feel so loved, even in a vulnerable state. Even as you looked at him with tired and sad eyes, your sparkle slowly withering away. He still loved you.

"I- I don't. . .I don't know. He- He needs me" You admitted.

"I'm here now honey" Gris kissed your forehead before leaving your side for a few seconds. Baby boy was placed in his crib, not a single tear came from him as Gris walked back to your bed. "I'm here, and [Baby Name] will be with me for the night" Gris guided you off the bed and walked you over to the bathroom.

There, he situated you down on the toilet while he ran you a hot bath, dipping his elbow in the water to test the temperature. Knobs would be turned on and off until he managed to get the perfect temperature. Helping you get undressed, Gris guided you into the bath tub. Your muscles relaxed the second that warm water hit your skin.

You were putty within seconds, melting into the bath water.

Gris took the clothes you had been rotting in for about a week now, and left the room. He left you there for a few minutes.

Silence.

Pure, silence.

You embraced the very needed silence.

WAA WAA WAA WAA WAA

Baby boy was up from his nap, and just like you have been doing all week, you instinctively got up from the water. The cold air hitting your skin, giving you a harsh wake-up call. "Coming, coming" You whispered out, a foot outside the bathtub.

"Baby, stay" Gris' voice got closer and closer until he was in the doorway. Baby boy in his arms, fresh pj's slung over his shoulder. "I said baby boy is with me for the night, and I meant it" With one smooth motion, the fresh pj's were dropped on the bathroom sink. "Finish your bath"

Using one hand to hold baby boy, he pushed you -gently- back into the bathtub until you were laying down in the warm water once again. Your muscles going limp, again, at the touch of warm water.

You didn't even fight it. You just accepted it. Accepted the bath. Accepted the gesture.

You soaked in the bath until Gris came in with a towel in his hand. "Here baby" He extended the towel out and waited for you to rise from the water and step into the towel, and so you did.

You expected him to leave you be while you got dried and dressed, but that wasn't the case at all. Gris stayed and dried you off. Dried your hair before helping you get into the fresh pj's. The, with a gentle hand on your lower back, he guided to the bed that had gotten changed while you were bathing.

Fresh sheets, fresh pj's after a warm bath. Everything to make a person sleepy, and by the time he helped you into bed, you were sleepy.

You were fighting to stay awake, to thank him, but it was getting harder and harder by the second. Your lids grew heavier and heavier, until you gave up and embraced the darkness.

A gentle "Goodnight, love" lulling you off to sleep.

ᝰ.ᐟ Zanka's demeanour for the entire day would change. Like he was floating around on a cloud and there wasn't anything that could ruin it for him.

☁️⋆˚꩜｡ RIYO

ᝰ.ᐟ Riyo is typically around the boys more than she is with the girls so I like to believe that when it comes to your one on one times with her, it's very much daughter x mother duo.

ᝰ.ᐟ You would both go into the closets town to yous and proceed to spend nearly too much money in the one town, agreeing to never tell Gris on the exact price.

ᝰ.ᐟ First, it would be breakfast in a little cafe. Then you would go shopping for an hour or two. Before lunch you would get a manicure. Than lunch, some more shopping before it was time for Gris to pick you both up.

ᝰ.ᐟ Riyo would particularly enjoy your little "sleepovers" with yourself and Tomme. The three of you would either be in Riyo's bedroom or Tomme's bedroom, never yours as you and Gris share a room.

ᝰ.ᐟ It be the typical stuff girls do. Chatting, some nail painting, new make-up techniques, more chatting.

☁️⋆˚꩜｡ RUDO

ᝰ.ᐟ Rudo is your baby.

ᝰ.ᐟ You are attentive and soft when it comes to Rudo. He can't do any wrong in your eyes. He is the picture of perfection, just like Santa Baby.

ᝰ.ᐟ "Rudo ate all the sweets again!" Enjin rolled a chubby Rudo to the living quarters. Heavily pregnant, you watched Enjin roll the young boy in front of the sofa you and Gris were sitting on.

ᝰ.ᐟ To others, he was a massive circle of diabetes. To you, however, he was a small baby with an excessive amount of baby fat. Just a chubby little guy that had rolls upon rolls of fat on his skin.

ᝰ.ᐟ "He's just a growing boy" You said.

IT WAS A GIRLS weekend trip to Tokyo. All of you had saved your summer part-time jobs to do a final trip before the school term started up again. A last bit of freedom before the shackles of academics and exams took over once again like it did every year.

The day was spent shopping, topped off with a lovely dinner later in the night, but as the day went on your stomach began to rumble. Crying out for food so you parted ways with the group for a little bit, just to grab something to snack on.

Nothing that would ruin your dinner.

You were walking along the street-stalls, slightly drooling at all the snacks they had to offer.

Takoyaki, Melonpan, Nikuman, Ikayaki and. . . .

Taiyaki!

The stall had a banner with golden fish floating around with the words "TAIYAKI" written in a block bold font. Baskets upon baskets of the golden goodies were filled with mini signs behind them saying what flavour was stuffed in the fish.

The chocolate one had taken your interest.

Greeting the stall worker with a smile, you point to the basket with the chocolate Taiyaki and pulled your purse out from your bag ready to pay the lady.

When you heard it.

"[Name]?"

Your name being called wasn't what got you frozen in place. You were with friends so you were going to hear your name being called. It was the person behind the voice that got you frozen.

It was the person that would whisper goodnight to you while he wrapped his arms around your torso in a protective way before you fell asleep. The person that would wait against the school wall for you when he didn't have occult club. The person that never let you lift a finger. He always did everything for you.

It was the person that disappeared randomly one day. No explanation, no note, no voicemail. Nothing. Just memories and a number that was no longer in use.

Slowly, you turned to look over your shoulder to see if it truly was the boy you were thinking off, low and behold it was.

"Itadori. . ." Your words fell under your lips as you whispered out the name that belonged to a ghost.

You didn't know how to feel, how to react. Was it normal to feel happy yet having this bubbling rage stir in your stomach? Was it normal to want to hug him then punch him? What was normal? What was acceptable.

He didn't look upset or confused as to why you were in Tokyo. No. He looked happy, almost relieved to see you. His lips pulled up into that small smile that used to greet you by the school wall. When the realisation kicked in that it was in fact you, his eyes melted into that soft look you were so used too.

The soft look that made you feel like the most loved woman ever.

He was accompanied by two other people who seemed to be preoccupied with a conversation they were having with some blonde man. It looked like he was with them but he also just walked up to them so it could be a stranger, but parts of you didn't believe it.

Yuji tapped the brunette girl he came with on the shoulder, whispering something to her before leaving the group and waking towards your way, his smile returning.

"[Name], I'm happy to. .see. . . . you. [Name]?"

Why were you crying? You couldn't even stop the tears from falling. they just spilled without warning. But. . were they tears of happiness? sadness? or anger. You couldn't tell. But, what if it was all three? Did you feel every emotion possible?

"[Name], why are you crying? Are you okay?" He still cared? Even after becoming a ghost, he still cared? He left you. No note, no letter, no nothing and he thinks he can care about why you are crying. Still thinks its acceptable to wipe the fresh tears away with his thumb while his brows sew in concern, that gentle look in his eyes.

He thinks he can just do that after leaving you with a shattered heart you had to pick up! Months crying and wondering where he had gone, if he was okay!

You slapped his hands away, your brows falling. "No! You can not act like you care!" People were looking now, your voice was getting louder and shakier. The people Yuji arrived with were looking over now, looking as if they were ready to jump in and save him

Save him?!

Noticing the people staring at you both, Yuji gently took your hand in his own. "Let's go somewhere else" His voice was careful. "Somewhere private"

You pulled your hand back from him. No! He can't tell you where too go! If you wanted to confront him with people as witnesses, than you will! "No! We are talking. Right here! Right now!"

"Yeah. . but, this conversation isn't really for the public"

"You can't just ghost me for months! Make me worry until I got sick than suddenly appear, acting like you care, itadori!" Happiness was no longer on the table. Rage had taken over now and all you wanted to do was put your hands around his neck and hold them there until he let out his last breathe, becoming a real ghost.

"What conversation?!"

"Just. . come with me, please?"

That stupid voice! That stupid beg! It's worked on you one too many times, but not this time. "No! You can tell these people what you want to tell me" You gestured towards the coward that were subtly surrounding you.

He didn't want to have this conversation here. He couldn't. He still thinks he sounds insane when talking about curses and techniques. It would also cause a panic with the public, maybe end up with him in a mental asylum.

But you were being stubborn, you weren't going to move from your spot. He knew this. So, extra measures had to be taken. Sighing and cursing slightly to himself, knowing the consequences he's going to face later. Yuji scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He ignored your protests. Back then, your hits were weak but now after all this training and fighting experiences, they just felt light. He ignored the concerned eyes on bystanders and just walked away.

Somewhere more private to have the conversation he ran away from months ago.

It took a bit of walking but Yuji managed to find a place where you both can talk. It was a more remote part of a park near-by. Bystanders still walked by but they were usually runners or people going on walks so they would have places to be.

"Yuji Itadori! Put me down! right now!" The whole time he was walking to find some peaceful place for the two of you to talk, you were still hitting, kicking and cursing him.

Nothing he couldn't handle of course.

A bench presented itself. Just down a little hill, next to a pond that had a little waterfall. The sound of the water hitting against each other brought this tranquil feeling to him, making this conversation a whole lot easier to have all of a sudden.

He settled you down on the bench with such ease it stunned you a little. There weren't any grunts or struggling. He simply just put you down as if you weren't any heavier than a feather.

While stunned, Yuji began talking. Began explaining on his whereabouts and lack of contact over the past few months. Began talking about the people he has met and the new abilities he has encountered. About the ancient demon that now shared a body with him. Explaining how, once all these demons fingers were found and consumed by Yuji, they would execute him.

Execute. Yuji.

Yuji. executed.

A world without Yuji?

That brought your water works back. Brought the tears that flowed with anger streaming down your cheeks once more, but now they were filled with worry and grief. He was dying, basically, and there was nothing no one can about it.

Was there nothing no one can do? Or do they just not care? Do they just see Yuji as a threat? Can he not learn to control this Sukuna guy? Can he not make some deal with him? Keep him at bay for a while?

"[Name], Don't cry" He stopped mid-sentence when he saw the tears down your cheeks once again, finally sitting beside you. During this whole thing he was standing, almost like he refused himself the right of sitting next to you. Like he didn't deserve it in a way and if it was a few seconds before the conversation, you would have denied him that right to sit beside him. Maybe that's why he did it.

Because he knew you.

"You're going to be killed! And they won't do anything about it!" One thing about Yuji is that he'll always be your first love. That love that you never truly learnt how to let go. The love that would determine your future relationships.

That love that will always sit at the bottom of your heart. The one that aches to think off, but the one where that love for him grows bigger and bigger each time you do think of him, making that ache so much harder to bare.

Yuji took your hands in his, holding them tightly. "Be with me, again"

Huh?! A confession?!

"Wha- Yuji-"

He cut you off "Be with me, again. You were the one thing that helped me keep going when gramps was sick. You don't have to live with me, just. . .be there"

Another try? Just for what, an even worse heart break down the line? Could you even do that? It took you months to get over him. Months to let the bitter feeling that surrounded your memories of him fade away.

Could you handle the grief?

". . . . okay. I'll give you a second chance" We all go through grief at some point in our lives. It's part of the human experience. Losing a loved one and having to fill that hollow space left behind.

But for you, the future where you spent his last days together was better than the future where you learnt about his unexpected passing that had no satisfactory explanation.