୭⋆*｡ ₊̣̇.ෆ.₊̣̇. ୨୧ – in which your high school sweetheart!suguru geto never defected from jujutsu high and now you have soft mornings together ˃̵ᴗ˂̵˚♡˚‧⁺༄
includes : non jujutsu au, you and suguru are teachers, nana and mimi attend the same school & fem reader :3
━✧˖° ʚ🌠ɞ ✧･ﾟ : *✧ ･ﾟ: *. ・ ･ﾟ: ೃ࿔ *:･ *·˚ ᝰ̟۟
you’ve always been the first one to wake up on weekdays.
weekends belong to your daughters, nanako and mimiko.
the house is still silent. the girls’ alarms haven’t gone off yet and the only noise coming from the kitchen is the sound of the coffee maker.
you’re still in your pajamas, your husband’s old shirt from high school and sweatpants.
you rub your eye as you take the mug out from under the machine and replace it with his mug.
that first sip always seems to revive you.
if you remember your lesson
“morning.” you feel large arms snake around your waist and suguru rests his chin on top of your head.
“good morning.” you take his hand and squeeze. with his free hand he grabs his mug and smooches your cheek, ignoring your whines about morning breath.
“you lie just like nanako.” you roll your eyes and turn around to look at him. you brush stray locks of hair out of his face to get a proper look at the man you fell in love with during your first year of high school.
suguru still has that same gentleness about him. neither of you would forget his second year, when his depression hit him the hardest.
you and him have grown both individually and together that bringing it up no longer feels like inviting a bad memory in and more like a testimony to your relationship.
“satoru wants to know if game night is still on friday.” you two have moved to the bathroom, suguru brushing the same teeth he said he had already brushed, and you doing a light, warm makeup look.
“what are the teams again?” you ask, leaning close to the mirror to make sure your concealer isn’t smudged.
“girls versus boys?” your husband suggests and you look at him sideways.
“no. two girls and four boys is not fair and you know it.”
“me, yuu, and kento against you, satoru, and shoko.” you say. it’s the only reasonable answer. they were in the same grade during your school years. you and the two boys were also in the same grade.
suguru finishes spitting out his mouthwash and wipes his mouth with a paper towel before leaning closer to you.
“can i kiss you now?” he asks and you point to your face with a hum.
“mimiko, that’s mine!!” your youngest daughter’s voice screeches from down the hall.
“what is it this time?” suguru murmurs, before going to check out what they could be arguing about this so early in the morning.
after getting dressed, you shockingly manage to avoid getting dragged into the drama between two fifteen year old girls and start breakfast.
you’re standing over a skillet, scrambling eggs and you keep hearing the thudding of footsteps above you.
you can only suspect it’s nanako, running from your room after borrowing one of your cardigans.
“mama,” you look over your shoulder and see mimiko standing in the kitchen doorway.
“hey, baby,” you gently smile as she approaches you and leans on your shoulder. “you look like you could go right back to sleep.”
“tired.” the younger girl sighs. you ruffle her hair and kiss the top of her head.
“what was nana yelling about this morning?” you ask. you hear shuffling behind you and she’s opening the refrigerator, pulling out fruit.
“she hasn’t worn these earrings in months,” mimiko motions to the silver earrings she now has on. “but as soon as i put them on, she says she was going to wear them.”
you plate the eggs and slide them onto the counter next to the fruit, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you steal a strawberry from mimiko.
“because i was!!” nanako huffs as she follows suguru down the stairs, who is just shaking his head with a smile.
“you don’t even wear silver!” mimiko scoffs.
“i can change my mind, like… whenever i want! and i’ve decided both look good on me.” the light brown haired girl explains, waving her phone with a green case around.
“daddy will buy us more, right?” the three of you all turn to suguru who’s been watching the whole exchange while drinking coffee.
“yes… he will..” he answers. the girls are satisfied with his response and go to the hallway to pack their school bags. but you can hear the hesitation and uncertainty in his tone, the kind that says ‘i’m not sure what i just agreed to.’
“what will he be buying more of, exactly?” suguru asks as you pop a blueberry into his mouth.
“just earrings.” you tap his nose before storing the rest of the fruit back into the refrigerator before it goes bad and you hear him let out a sigh of relief.
while suguru will admit life with two twin daughters and a wife is sometimes exhausting, he is completely to blame. he is the one who enables you three, spoiling you with anything you want.
“girls, we’re leaving in five!” you call upstairs, or wherever they ran off to. they couldn’t have gotten far, that’s all you know.
“hey,” suguru gently takes your wrist in his hand and turns you towards him. “can i get a kiss now?”
you hum in faux concentration, pretending to be deep in thought and tapping your finger against your chin.
“(name).” he’s trying to be serious but one look at you and he immediately softens and breaks into a grin.
“i love you, you know that, right?” you rest your hand at the nape of his neck and close the gap between you two.
“trust me, i’ll never forget.” he smiles against your lips.
nanako whines at the sight of you two. “mimi, daddy’s kissing mama again!”
“it’s not even 8:00 am.” mimiko groans.
━✧˖° ʚ🌠ɞ ✧･ﾟ : *✧ ･ﾟ: *. ・ ･ﾟ: ೃ࿔ *:･ *·˚ ᝰ̟۟
a/n : casually drops a drabble at 6 in the morning after a month long absence
france is out of the world cup 💔💔💔
