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You didn’t get into this whole TikTok thing, not even when your co-workers tried to show you some videos while you were on break. You didn’t get into it until your kids and husband decided to scroll through one night for family movie night. Defeated, you sat on the couch, watching your husband display his screen onto the projector. Sure, there’s a lot to watch, but it didn’t interest you until Jushiro stopped on a video and nudged you to watch with him.

The video showed two people talking. The man said he wanted 50/50 on everything, splitting the bill when they eat out, splitting the bill for trips, and even splitting the bill for phones. That earned you a chuckle. Jushiro paused the video, “What is it, love?” 

“I just thought it was funny. Splitting the bill as if you two were friends, he seems like he wants to just stay as friends with this woman. She could do better,” you smiled at him. He hummed, kissing you on the lips. 

“You two never split the bill when you first went out, mom?” You turned your attention to your son and a curious onlooker, your daughter. 

“Your father never let me pay. He said it was ‘not very gentlemen’ of him,” you laughed, you recall your first date with him. It was Christmas Eve; you had your first break in a long time. You didn’t think a stranger you happened to meet and talk to at the local library would be down to hang out. But he agreed. 

The two of you went ice skating. He was a little clumsy but could skate around freely with your assistance. Afterward, he treated you to dinner in a cozy diner near a snow field; couples laughing, families singing Christmas carols, and a group of kids in the fresh snow building snowmen resonated into the restaurant. It was rather romantic with how warm and dimly lit the yellow hues of the restaurant were displayed. The two of you chatted about what a stable future would be like in five years. You two had a lot in common. As the date drew to a close and the bill came to about $76, you pulled out your wallet, but you were met with him already handing his credit card to the waiter.

“Oh, let me pay you back,” you dug through your bag; you just got paid that day too. 

But your dinner date stopped you. " That wouldn’t be very gentlemen of me if I made the lady of the hour pay,” he had muttered something under his breath. You thought you were hallucinating and didn’t bother asking him to clarify. You only laughed at what he said. After pushing back and forth, you caved and allowed him to pay. 

“I still don’t let your mother pay,” he responded, snapping you back to reality. You shrugged at that; it’s a habit to let him pay now; he either pays ahead of time or in front of you, but he’s always on edge about it, worried you’d poach that opportunity from him. 

As the video continued, your husband nodded approvingly to the Russian lady's explanation about 50/50, which means 50% of his pay and 50% of everything he owns. You leaned back against his embrace, which he tightened more; you’ve noticed he’s grown more possessive over you as you two married and then had kids. But you didn’t take it to heart—rather like that possessiveness. Your co-workers always said they love you and think you’re important. You wouldn’t believe otherwise. 

“I completely agree. She doesn’t need his protection or humor. With that type of thinking, she could do better. " You and your kids laughed. It’s rare that Jushiro gets so worked up over a video, but he has his moments, and those moments were endearing. "Do you agree?"

“Yeah, kids, what did we learn from this video today?” You questioned your twins as Jushiro rested his chin on your shoulder. 

“I can do better than finding a man with that type of thinking,” your daughter proudly announced. Your husband nodded. 

“I should be paying as a sign of courtesy–” 

“No, you should be paying because that’s common sense,” Jushiro corrected your son. 

As your husband lectured your son, you can’t help but wonder who in Jushiro’s family told him that since he didn’t talk about them that much. Or did he get it from a friend? You shook your head and laughed as your husband went off on a tangent about what he expects from his son.

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The Mundane Life of a Shinigami

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“Hi! This is our ‘Hear Me Out’ cake with our friends!” 

Laughter and giggles erupted from the living room as you watched adoringly from the kitchen; your kids made new friends at school and decided to do a trend they found on TikTok. You weren’t one to stop their joys, but you laid out some ground rules about giving away their full names and addresses. What other people did does not mean they should follow in their footsteps. These kids were in middle school. You should give them some sort of privacy. At least, that’s what your husband said. 

Hence, you sat far from them, out of sight but not entirely out of earshot. You turned your head to the front door when you heard the jingle of the door opening. You got up and beamed at your husband, who came in with some groceries and friends he had found along the way. You two were holding a Halloween party, but before then, you had meet the parents first. That’s how you were brought up. 

You leaned up towards your husband to peck him on the lips and smile gently, brushing his white locks behind his ear. " Welcome home, ‘Shiro. I see you brought company.” 

Jushiro hummed gently, accepting the kiss and placing another on your forehead. " Yeah, I found them in the driveway, unsure if they should come in or not. You wanted to meet our kids’ parents after all,” he laughed, urging the parents to come in. They all lived in the neighborhood or within the county where their kids attended school.

The family often relocated due to your affiliation with the military, but your husband didn’t mind. He frequently cared for the kids while you were deployed and was great with them, too. He attended all the parent meetings, piano recitals, and soccer practice without hesitation. Although he was pretty secretive about what he worked, as you’re aware, it’s a high-ranking job. Sometimes, you would see people who work with him drop by to visit; you couldn’t deny they dressed weirdly. But they were kind, a little intimidating, but not as intimidating as your sergeant. 

“The kids are doing a TikTok trend, a ‘Hear Me Out’ cake thing,” although you didn’t see much of it since the algorithm led you down a different path. You’ve heard about it at work. 

“Did you tell them to not–”

“Yes, I did. Don’t worry,” you laughed, seeing that the parents were equally as worried as you about the safety of the internet. 

“You think it’s okay to greet them?” You turned towards your husband, who had his hands on your shoulders, rubbing circles with his thumb on your back to feel for tensed muscles. 

You eyed the kids laughing in front of the phone as they poked the chocolate cake they urged you to make, “I don’t see the harm in doing so.” 

“Where’s our sons?” You smiled at the worried parents.

“They’re most likely in the basement with our son playing on his PS5; it is after a test. I thought it would be nice for them to relax before Halloween,” as you can tell from your son barging in with his test grades. Flexing that he got full marks and requested to play with his friends, you had to agree. He kept his promise and kept up with his grades. 

Jushiro loves his kids equally; he stated he never had a favorite, but as far as you can tell, he always sees his daughter first when he comes home from work. 

He placed another kiss on your lips. “I’ll be right back,” you said, nodding with a smile. Then you watched him enter the living room to see his daughter. 

As you turned your back to wash some fruits with the other parents, you heard your daughter exclaim, “THAT’S MY DAD!” You and the other parents laughed; you could have guessed the conversation that led to that remark. 

When you first met your kids’ friends, you heard several remarks. Your son’s friends were empathetic to him, “No wonder you say you don’t want to bring girls home,” while your daughter’s friends whispered to each other saying something along the lines of, “girl, your dad is hot.” The parents reacted similarly when you attended a ‘Take your parents to school’ day. 

“Honey!” You heard your husband call as you placed the knife and apple back down, wiping your hands on your apron and going towards your husband’s voice. “Can you come here real quick?” 

“Mhm?” You wandered over to his side with a smile, “what is it?” You happened to glance at the Hear Me Out cake, and you already had a feeling about what the following conversation would be since one of the kids placed a cutout figure of your husband there. That only earned a soft chuckle from you before you apologized softly, letting your husband take the floor. 

“I’m grateful that I made an appearance there, but…” you felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him; you felt like a blow torch just scorched the tip of your ears. “She’s the only one I wan– need,” he placed another loving kiss on your lips, and you admitted defeat to that, putting a hand to his cheeks to pull him in.

That earned various groans, and your daughter embarrassingly tried to rush the two of you out of the room: "There goes my chance.” You heard one of the girls say as your husband pulled away from the kiss, a sheepish look on his face. He knew he won. 

“Like you ever had a chance, Dad thinks the world of Mom,” your daughter responded. You laughed a little, patting her on the shoulders a little.

“Yes, I do. Come on, kids. Start wrapping up. We’re going to start movie night soon,” your husband ushered them in. You helped out, and so did the other parents. 

You helped them set up a movie before returning to the kitchen. This time, it was to just clean up since the others did most of the cleaning and preparing. You just had to do some touch-ups and finish making a to-do list. Your husband wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulders, watching you make your to-do list.

“Let’s have some fun tonight, love, and they’ll be out cold tonight, anyways.” Your ears heated up at the suggestion, but you cleared your throat, trying to play it cool, “I’ll take that as a yes,” he whispered, kissing your ear lobe, “Do join for the movie.” He purred gently, tugging you out of your seat in the kitchen and leading you to the living room where the others had gathered. Jushiro had his arms around you as you sat in his embrace. He whispered the softest “I love you’s” against your figure, thinking you missed him. 

You smiled gently, bringing his hands up to your lips and pressing the back of his hand to your lips. “I love you too.” Just as he’s good at making you flustered, you easily earned that from him, too.

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Trying something new out, if you like it, do tell me, I'll write a bit more.

The Mundane Life of a Shinigami

To you & the anon that sent me an ask earlier this week, I'm not posting today, only because tomorrow is December for me. & for December, I'll be posting sporadically for Jushiro's Bday, Christmas, & New Year's. I'll also post in between that for TMLS. I'm just trying to squeeze in as much time for studying for my finals is all! But, afterwards, I should be able to post from time to time on a more regular basis.