Ayu!!

A father with his little witch ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉﾞ!

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 1:00 𝘈𝘔, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭.. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦, 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵..

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘍𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦. 𝘈 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝘋𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘪'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥. "𝘼𝙮𝙪𝙢𝙞 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧." 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺.

𝘋𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘺𝘶𝘮𝘪'𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴.

𝘉𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 — 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺.

“This is a 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 idea.” 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱. “You two do realize boss's gonna be pissed right?”

𝘋𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥. “Mori-san's not gonna kill us! You, maybe. But I’ll write you a nice eulogy!”

𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦. “Why you–”

𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭... 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦? 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘺𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘨𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 — 𝘫𝘰𝘺.

𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺. “With how long you’ve been locked inside HQ, I’m surprised you made it this far without collapsing.”

𝘈𝘺𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴. "You give me such little credit! I could run for forty seconds straight, at least! You make it sound like I’ve been locked in there for years!"

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢. “You basically have." 𝘋𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦, 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘈𝘺𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 - 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘦.

𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 — 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘘, 𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘵 — 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 — 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵.