Masanori’s Christmas adventure!

“MOMMY! DADDY!” Masanori races into their room. “Santa came!”

“Oh, did he?” Hairu smiles sleepily. She checks her phone. It’s 5 am. Hell.

“He did!” Masanori bounces up and down. “I was scared he wouldn’t like ghouls, but apparently he still thinks I’m nice.”

“I’d be more afraid of the naughty part than the ghoul part,” Ui teases, tickling his son.

Masanori shrieks. “Come help me open my presents!”

“Sure.” Hairu had planned to bake melon buns before the child awakened, but she clearly overestimated his excitement. She never got to celebrate Christmas in the Garden, though, so she’s secretly happy he woke up so early.

“Here you go.” Ui plops a Santa hat on Hairu’s head and a stocking on Masanori’s.

“What about you?” Hairu shivers with glee.

Ui shoves a bright red nose on himself. “I’m Rudolph.”

Their family dances downstairs to the Christmas tree.

Masanori wants to teach Miki all his nicks and tricks on mischief

“Miki, pay attention!” Masanori giggles. “I have something to show you.”

“Okay.” His sister is not nearly as adventurous as he, but Masanori’s sure that’s because she hasn’t tasted adventure yet.

“We’re going to steal cookies from the cookie jar.”

“Isn’t stealing b – bad?”

“No, because they taste good.” Masanori smiles. “I’ve never gotten in trouble. Watch me. The trick isn’t to taking the cookies; that’s easy. The key is not getting caught after.”

“Huh?”

“Watch.” Masanori takes two cookies. “Mommy and Daddy will find the crumbs. So, here’s what we do.”

He leads her back to their room and opens their closet. “See the ceiling door? That’s the attic.”

“How can you reach?”

“I climb my clothes.” Placing the giant cookie securely in his mouth, Masanori climbs his clothes until he dangles beneath the attic door. A ladder tumbles out, nearly impaling him, but Masanori doesn’t care.

“Let’s go up! We can make all the crumbs we want.” He leads a giggling Miki to the stuffy attic and turns on his flashlight. A sea of crumbs greets Miki. “Look, here are my pet ants!”

Ui and Hairu first telling masanori that he’s going to be a big brother?

“Masanori, we have some news for you.” Hairu watches their child stuff his face with a “ginormous” ice-cream sundae. Topped with his – and her – favorite strawberries. Ui prefers hot fudge.

“Hmm? What?” He looks up, sticky pink smeared across his cheeks to match his hair.

Ui squeezes her hand. “You’re going to be a big brother.”

They hold their breaths. This could go either way.

Masanori squeals with glee. “REALLY?!” He tilts his head back to smile at the ceiling. “Me, a big bro! I’ll get to teach him all the things.”

“Could be a she,” Hairu jokes.

Masanori makes a face. “I don’t care. I want my little person.”

Someone else to play with! To spy on the adults! To help him sneak cookies from the cabinet! This is awesome!

He quivers with excitement. “When?”

“In a few months. It’s growing in my tummy.” Hairu pats herself.

“Oh.” Masanori frowns, and then he asks the dreaded question. “How?”

Masanori has a tantrum during the terrible twos when he doesn’t want to leave the house.

“Masanori, put on your coat.” Hairu holds out the bright yellow jacket he typically loves.

“No!” Masanori stomps his foot.

“Masanori, what’s wrong?” Ui notices large tears pooling in his child’s eyes.

“I don’t wanna go!” he wails, falling to the floor. “I don’t wanna! Don’t make me!”

Hairu shoots Ui a worried look and kneels besides him. “Why don’t you wanna, Masanori?”

“Because.” He hiccups.

Ui raises his eyebrows. “Are you tired?”

“No!”

“Do you feel sick?” Hairu asks.

“No!” Masanori scrunches up his face like he’s going to cry again.

“Then why?” Ui asks, yanking out several strands of his own hair.

“IT’S WET!” Masanori points the the rain outside. “I don’t wanna get wet!”

Hairu sputters with laughter. “Oh, Masanori, I’m sorry.”

“Are you sure?” Ui smiles. “We can go splash in puddles.”

“Puddles’re wet!”

“Yes, but they also have mud. And worms. Maybe you can get a worm pet,” Ui suggests, even though his stomach roils at the idea of worms.

Masanori stops crying. “A pet?”

“Yes.”

“Can I name it Squirmy the Wormy?”

“I think that’s perfect,” says Hairu.

Masanori clamors to his feet. “Put my jacket on, Mommy! Daddy and I are gonna find the biggest worm ever.”

Loved the one of Naki and Miza of the new parent scenarios !!!! Can you do some Koori and Hairu new parent scenarios too?

– Ui is super anxious. He developed an ulcer during the first few months of parenting.

– Hairu love, love, loves playing peek-a-boo with the baby.

– Due to Hairu’s experience with Arima, both she and Ui make sure to shower their baby with smiles.

– Ui dotes on Hairu after she comes home from the hospital. She has to fight him to even let her clean the baby’s diapers.

– Hirako knitted them (yes, he knits) a tiny white coat to match the Zero Squad coats. They took their first family photo with the baby dressed in it.

– Ui feels very sad putting the baby in its crib at night. He’d rather cuddle it, but he understands they both need sleep.

– Hairu bought the baby and herself matching shirts with melon pan stitched on it.

– Ui kinda loves the…benefits to Hairu breastfeeding. 😉

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) can I have each pairing that you can think of’s favourite sex position?

Okay, who did I miss. 😛

Touken – spooning

Hidekane – missionary

Shuuneki – wall sex

Nishikimi – cowgirl

Irimi/Koma – Doggy style. I had to.

Ayahina – Butterfly. I’m sorry.

Utaren – wall sex

Akiramon – missionary

Seiaki – up and over

Takirona – cowgirl

Suzuhan – cowboy

Tsukikana – using their kagunes so they’re both upside down

Tsukichie – sit and straddle

Mutsurie – missionary

Urisai – spoons

Shiraiko – doggy style

Saiko//Hsaio – 69

Uihai – missionary

Arieto – whatever wacky idea Eto has next.

Maruchika – wall sex

Furutui – standing

Furuta/Rize – varies but he’s on bottom.

Takeomi/Yoriko – missionary

How about Hairu delivering a little sister for Masanori when he’s four years old and she at first wants to name her Arimi after Arima but then Koori convinces her not to?

“Why is Mommy screaming?” Masanori shivers.

“Because Mommy’s getting you a little sister. The baby just need to move out her belly, that’s all.” Shio pats Masanori’s head.

Yusa closes his eyes and prays the kid asks no more questions.

But he wouldn’t be Masanori if he did.

“How does it get out of her belly?”

“Auntie Eto can tell you,” Rikai says quickly.

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Hairu gasps as her daughter’s cry pierces the stale hospital air.

Ui looks terrified as the baby is placed in his arms. He’s sure he’ll drop her. He can’t be trusted with something so precious.

“Arimi,” Hairu teases.

“Hairu, we settled on Miki.” Ui tightens his grip on their child.

Beautiful story. Hairu smiles. “Just making sure you remembered.”

“I think this kid has my hair.” Ui hands her to Hairu.

“Masanori’s hair was dark, too. It just fell out and regrew pink,” Hairu mumbles.

“I can hope, all right!”

She giggles.

“MOMMYYYYY!” Masanori flails into the room. “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! Is this Miki? Can I hold her? Can she be my best friend?”

“Support her head like this.” Ui guide’s Masanori’s hands.

Masanori grins. “I’m gonna be the best big brother ever. Just like you’re the best mommy and daddy.”

……..UiHai padme and anakin au?

“Ui!” Hairu cries. “I love you! But you’re heading down a path I can’t follow!”

She’s here. She’s alive again. Ui blinks in confusion.

And then her kakugan emerges.

“Liar!” Ui screams suddenly. He raises his quinque.

“Let her go, Ui!” Hirako rushes at him.

“You turned her into a ghoul! I know it was you!” cries Ui.

“The Sunlit Garden had already done that.” Hirako draws his quinque and gestures around the bodies of Oggai. “Look at you, King of Ethics. You’ve become the very thing you despise.”

“I’m not a ghoul!” Ui shouts back. “I’ve just brought peace to Tokyo! This is – this is all your fault!”

“Peace?” Hirako scoffs. The bodies of Shio and Rikai etch themselves in Ui’s mind. “Is this peace?”

Ui swings at Hirako. Yusa grabs Hairu and hauls her out of the way.

“I failed you! I never told you the truth!” Hirako pleads. “Ui, listen. Arima was a ghoul!”

“You lie!” Ui swings again.

Hirako dodges, as quick as Arima, and scampers up the stairs to the tunnel. “It’s over, Ui. I have the high ground!”

“It’s never over!” Ui spits at Hirako. “Why did you leave me? Why did everyone leave me? And now you’ve brought me back a cursed ghoul dressed as Hairu?”

Ui dives for Hirako, but suddenly an enormous kagune crashes through the concrete.

“What?!”

“Look out!” Hirako knocks Ui backward, and Yusa scrambles towards them.

Hairu uses her ukaku to knock it away.

“H – Hairu?” Ui’s lips tremble.

“It’s really me.” She looks sad. “Ui, why?”

“Why are you a ghoul?! What’s this about Arima?”

“Let’s focus on surviving first, please.” Hirako knocks the kagune back, and Ui barely manages to save Yusa from being absorbed.

Ui feels Hairu’s hand brush his, a little confirmation that yes, answers will come.

Okay but Masanori getting lost in the shops then reunited with Hairu and Ui after dramatically crying and running around with his favourite toy?

Masanori adores the fluffy stuffed owl.

It’s on the top shelf, but he is determined to reach it.

He climbs, slowly, determinedly. He will reach it. He loves owls, like Auntie Eto.

Finally he grabs the toy and topples to the ground. “Oof.”

Panic sets in. He thought he’d be able to surprise Mommy and Daddy with his ingenuity, but they’re not here.

“Mommy?” He clutches the stuffed owl. “Daddy?”

What if they’ve been hurt?

What if they left him?

Masanori cries out and runs around the toy store. He can’t find them there, so he races out of the store as alarms blare.

“Come back, kid!” A security guard races after him.

“MOMMY! DADDY!” Masanori shrieks. “Where ARE YOU?”

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“Where’s Masanori?” Hairu cries.

“I thought you had him!” Ui looks sick.

“I thought you did!” Hairu drops her shopping bags.

“We can’t – he has to be – oh my God -” Ui can’t breath. He’d rather face an SSS ghoul without a quinque.

“Calm down.” Hairu grabs the bags. “Let’s retrace our steps.”

Sirens sound from the other side of the mall.

“Fuck,” Hairu mutters.

Masanori careens through the crowd, clutching a stuffed owl and yelling their names.

Behind him are three security guards, a store manager, and a train of worried parents.

“Masanori!” Hairu cries.

“MOMMY!” He launches himself into her arms, wailing.

Ui turns to pacify the crowd – and pay for the toy – but Masanori drags him into the family hug. “Daddy, wait, please don’t leave me.”

I need some UiHai angst. I don’t think Ui has actually cried since Hairu died, so can I have a scenario where just after the last chapter, Ui suddenly breaks down and can’t stop sobbing? Add anything else you like :)

“Do you think we’re closer to the world Arima wanted?” Yusa’s back remains to Ui, but Ui hears the defeat in his voice.

And it breaks him.

Arima, Hairu, Shio, Rikai, Hairu, Hairu, Hairu, Sakai, Hairu…

Ui gasps. He hasn’t let himself cry in so long.

And suddenly the tears won’t stop.

Furuta looks terrified. “Bye!”

Yusa knees a fleeing Furuta between his thighs. The former director falls over, howling.

But Ui howls louder. “Fuck you! Fuck you, Furuta Nimura!”

“What if I told you that wasn’t my full name?”

“Shut up!” Ui throws a chunk of collapsed concrete at him. He misses by about two meters.

“Fuck me! I allowed this.” Ui grabs his hair. These dead kids – he let them die! “What have I done?”

“Allowed this?”

“Shut up,” Hirako barks at Furuta.

“I miss her. I miss her so – so much and I – and Arima – he was the one one – who understood me – and now – I’ve lost everything!” Ui sobs. “I should have died, not Hairu. Not Arima.”

Yusa and Hirako exchange glances.

“Go on and tell him,” Furuta mutters. He should hate Ui – Ui’s everything he despised – but Ui showed him one moment of encouragement months ago, so for some reason he can’t hate him.

He can’t make it up to Ui. He doesn’t even care to.

But he might as well let the boy know the truth.

“Ui, Arima – Arima was dying anyways. So was Hairu.” Hirako swallows.

“Huh?” Ui’s face pinches. Hairu, who giggled every night with him, who fed him melon pan, who laughed at everything he did. Hairu who revitalized his life? No, never.

He just wants another second with her. Just enough time to tell her he loves her. Please, God.

“Listen to me.” Hirako sighs. “But this is gonna take a long time to explain.”