Uihai can’t even do the do anymore because Masanori started walking and is haunting them around the house

Hahahaha! Of course he is.

Ui rolls atop Hairu. “I miss you.”

“Hmm, we haven’t done this in a while, have we?” Hairu gives him a wicked grin and starts pulling up her shirt.

“Mommy?”

Ui tumbles off Hairu, who sinks her naked chest under the covers. “Masanori?”

“Can I have some water?”

“Of course. Daddy will help you,” says Ui. Hairu flashes him a grateful look.

When he returns, Hairu is still undressed. She winks at Ui.

“I think the minion’s asleep.” Ui pulls off his own shirt and climbs back onto the bed.

“Daddy?”

Ui pulls away, and this time Masanori knows something’s up. “Why is Mommy naked?”

“Daddy was just helping Mommy get dressed for bed,” Hairu says, quickly hauling on her T-shirt.

Masanori, thankfully, seems to buy this. “I wanted a kiss goodnight.”

“We’ll both kiss you.” Hairu approaches him.

“Why is Daddy undressed when he was already in his pajamas?”

“I was too warm,” Ui says quickly.

“Okay.” Masanori kisses both his parents and skips off to bed.

It takes another half an hour for both Ui and Hairu’s heart rates to subside before they try again.

Masanori watching a scary movie when he was told not to and gets scared afterwords.

“Can we watch It?” Masanori waves Uta over. “It has clowns!”

“Did your parents say it was okay?” Uta cocks an eyebrow.

“No, but it’s rated R, so they didn’t even consider that it has clowns,” Masanori says sadly. “They’re biased.”

Uta eyes the clock. They do have time, and he does want to see it.

I’m going to hell. Uta sits besides Masanori and selects the movie.

“Do you think Aunt Itori would like this? Or Uncle Fruit?”

“It’s Aunt Itori’s favorite, and Uncle Fruit would be too scared,” Uta replies as the movie begins.

That evening, Hairu and Ui arrive him to a Masanori who has his back pressed into the wall and fears the bathroom.

“Masanori, what is the matter?” Hairu finally asks.

“You’ll float too,” he whispers.

Ui’s face turns green. “You watched It, didn’t you?”

“I wanted to see the clown! With its big scary teeth! But I didn’t realize it was going to haunt me and eat me!” cries Masanori.

Hairu dials a number on her phone. “Hi, Yomo? Kill your husband for us. You can ask him why.”

She hangs up. “It was fiction, Masanori.”

“But ghouls eat people. What if Pennywise was a ghoul?” he whispers.

“Then your parents just happen to be investigators skilled in defeating it,” says Hairu.

“O – okay.” Masanori shivers. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

“We won’t get sleep if you don’t,” Ui jokes, and Masanori sticks his tongue out at his dad.

“Yes. We’ll even keep our quinques out, okay?” Hairu hugs their son, and he clings to her. “Let’s be off to sleep, then.”

She smirks at Ui. They can have a talk about obedience later. Right now, their child is scared and needs comfort.

Uihai family vacation

Masanori bounces up and down on the bed where his parents had, up until now, been snoozing. “Wake up, wake up! It’s Kaiyukan Day!”

Hairu squints in the pale morning light. Oh yes, they’re in a hotel, in Osaka. “Hmm? Yes, we’re going to the Kaiyukan today.”

“Uncle Shirazu told me to see the whale shark. He said it’s bigger than Auntie Eto’s kakuja!” Masanori pretends to faint. He angles himself to collapse between his parents. “What will you do if it tries to eat me?”

“Rescue you, of course. Quinques and everything,” Ui says, stroking the child’s pink bob.

“Yay!” Masanori giggles.

“We’ll have breakfast first, then arrive in time to see the river otters fed, okay?” Hairu smiles. She glances at her phone. “It’s early.”

“I was too excited to sleep!” Masanori wriggles out of bed and races towards the bathroom. “Sharks!”

“Did we give him sugar last night,” mutters Ui.

Hairu shakes her head and arises. “Well, we’re awake now.”

“Indeed. Happy morning.” Ui pecks her on the lips as Masanori calls, “Hurry and help me get dressed!”

When they arrive at the Kaiyukan, Hairu is nearly as excitable as her son, and Ui is alternating between wonder and terror that they’ll fall in.

Surely they’ll tired before they’ve explored the entire exhibit.

“I want a penguin!” Masanori leans over the railing.

“Be careful.” Ui overreaches for his son and feels his balance tipping. “Wait -”

“Ui!” Hairu shrieks.

He hears yelling, and a splash, and the water is cold, and penguins are staring down at him.

“DADDY!” Masanori tries to dive over, but Hairu wrestles him back. Divers are already on their way.

Blood rushes to Ui’s cheeks as he’s escorted out of the penguin pool, a swipe of penguin poop on his forehead.

Once the workers are satisfied Ui wasn’t showing off on purpose, he’s allowed to rejoin his family after a brief shower.

“That was the coolest thing.” Masanori’s eyes are like saucers. “Are they fluffy?”

“Kinda rubbery, actually,” Ui says, forcing a smile.

“I can’t wait to tell everyone my dad touched a penguin.” Masanori races ahead.

“Gotta admit, you looked really cute all dazed and surrounded by penguins,” Hairu says lightly.

“Did I?” Ui smiles back, releasing his embarrassment away.

Yoshitoki and Marude walk in on Ui giving hairu flowers 🌺 🌹

“I feel like a failure as a Washuu,” Yoshitoki admits to Marude in a rare moment of stress. “And a father.”

Marude regards his friend soberly. “I see. Let’s take a walk.”

The two men leave Yoshitoki’s office and round the corner to see a truly mammoth – owl kakuja sized – bouquet of flowers.

“What the hell?” Marude grumbles.

Yoshitoki laughs. The person uses the flowers as a shield and shuffles over to First Class Ihei’s desk.

“Ui, are you serious?” Marude asks.

Ui’s face peaks out from behind the flowers. “How did you know it was me?”

“Son, even I can see your feelings,” Yoshitoki tells him.

Ui pales.

“What’s all this?” Hairu skips into the room. “Oh!” Her eyes glow.

They’re all pink to match her hair. “Ui, I love them!” She races over to him and tackles him in a hug. “Let me take pictures for Arima! Isn’t my boyfriend so nice?”

Now Ui’s face reddens.

“Very nice,” Yoshitoki tells her. He winks at Ui, who is now squirming. This was supposed to be private, dammit.

“Ooh, smell the roses, Ui.” Hairu holds out one and winces as she pricks her finger.

“Bad rose!” Ui gasps.

“Let’s go.” Marude guides a grinning Yoshitoki out, unsure why the sight makes him so happy. For some reason, he seems to have a soft spot for the Garden children.

“Finally.” Hairu breathes at the two men leave. She plants her lips right on Ui’s.

some uihai angst :D

I love me some angst.

“I’m alive?” Hairu blinks.

“Y – yes. Dr. Kanou brought you back. Hairu.” Ui wraps his arms around her.

“How long was I dead?” Hairu asks slowly.

“Months,” Ui admits. “A lot has happened.

“Where’s Arima?” Will he be happy she’s back?

Ui stumbles over his words. “Um – well, Hairu – Arima – h – he – Sasaki -”

Hairu looks confused.

“Sasaki killed Arima,” Ui blurts out.

Hairu’s chin quivers. ‘I don’t believe you!”

“He’s dead. And Hirako joined Sasaki against CCG and took the kids with him,” Ui spits.

“No!” Hairu gasps. “He should be alive, not me!”

“Furuta couldn’t get to his body in time.”

“But – Arima.” Hairu doubles over and sobs. “Why am I here? I loved him, and he’s dead.”

Ui chills. “You loved him?”

“Of course I did. Everyone did.” Hairu shakes her head. “Why? Why? Why?”

“Because you were worth love, too,” Ui bursts.

“Me? Someone who’s stupid enough to get killed for slipping on blood?” Hairu chokes. “Me, more than Arima?”

And, Sasaki? She liked Sasaki. “Haise wouldn’t do this. Something isn’t right.”

“Nothing’s right anymore, except you being here.” Now Ui is crying too. He’s given up everything for her, and it’s worth it, but what if she doesn’t care about him? Please notice me. Notice I love you.

“Then promise me we’ll make it right.” Hairu leans close to him. Her fire sparks shame in Ui.

“You don’t know the things I’ve done,” he finds himself saying. But if she can believe good in Sasaki still, can she still believe good in him when he confesses capitulating to Furuta?

“We will find the truth. That’s what you’ll have done,” Hairu says, leaping off the operating table. “Please get me out of here. All these bodies scare me.”

Ui and Hairu go to the beach

Part one: https://soutasnotebook.tumblr.com/post/165407829169/uihai-date-at-the-beach

Part two: see below.

Ui falls asleep under the warm sun, and Hairu opens Sen Takatsuki’s latest novel. They’re a bit dark for her taste, but Arima loves them, so she insists on reading them.

She’ll just make Ui cuddle her when she gets scared at night.

Ui stirs a few hours later. “Hairu – have you ever built a sandcastle?”

She gasps, throwing the book to the sand. “No!”

“I used to be really good at them. I won a contest when I was ten.” Ui leads Hairu down by the sea. The tide had receded to leave plenty of moist, clumpy sand for perfect castles.

“We’ll call it Castle Uihai,” Hairu declares. “Teach me, Koori.”

When they finish, the castle turrets stretch as high as Hairu, and the battlements as wide as their arms.

“Ui, you’re amazing.” Hairu giggles. She never would have imagined he was so creative. “We have to take pictures and show Arima.”

“Uh…sure.” He’s afraid Arima will laugh at such childish skills.

But Hairu admires them, and that’s enough for Ui.

She races back with her phone to snap a few pictures, but stops short. She places her hand on his back with a frown. “Ui, did you reapply sunscreen?

Ui gags with pain.

When Ui appears at CCG the next day, his skin is the color of Hairu’s hair.

Masanori gets lost in the mall while shopping with Ui and Shio and Hairu doesn’t know. Ui and Shio go on a quest to find him.

“Where’s Masanori?” Ui pauses. He was just here a second ago.

“Uh.” Shio pivots. “I see no pink haired child.”

“Where is my kid?” Ui shrieks.

“Koori – can I call you that -”

“No, you may not.”

“You’re practically my brother-in-law. I’m calling you that.” Shio giggles. “We’ll find him. Where would Masanori like to go?”

“Where can he cause mischief?” Ui asks. Hairu’s going to kill him.

“Stop panicking.” Shio feels unqualified to be the adult here. “Hmm. The arcade?”

But there is no Masanori in the arcade.

“Where to?” exclaims Ui over the shrieks of children who all have their parents and who aren’t in danger due to being fully human.

“The toy store?”

But there is no Masanori in the toy store.

“The escalators!”

But there is no Masanori riding the escalators.

“Where next?” cries Ui as his phone buzzes. Hairu.

How’s shopping? 😉

Everything’s fine, he texts back.

His phone rings. Hairu’s calling them.

“Hi?” he squeaks.

“Ui, what’s wrong? I never asked if everything was fine and now you’re being very vague and unsettling,” she says.

“I’ve lost our child!” he wails.

“Put Shio on the phone.” Her tone is crisp.

“Uh-huh. Yeah, we were in the clothing store looking for sneakers and then he was just gone. No, we’ve already tried that. Yes, Ui’s still breathing.”

“Well.” Shio hangs up.

“He’s probably been kidnapped!” Ui gasps.

Shio ignores him to call Uncle Arima. “Hey, Arima? We need reinforcements.”

Twenty minutes later, Hairu appears with Arima, Eto, Hirako, Yusa, and Rikai behind her.

“No,” Arima is saying to Eto.

“Yes.” She stomps her foot. “If we want to find a mischievous child, we need to think like one.”

“So like you?” Shio teases.

“Someone like me.”

“I think it’s a good idea.” Hairu holds up her phone. “I have Uncle Furuta on line.”

“What?” wails Ui. He does not want to talk to that creep.

“Ui, if you lose that kid I gave you, I will decapitate you myself,” Furuta says over speakerphone.

“Not funny.” Ui’s voice breaks. “Where is he?”

“Let’s see. If I wanted to cause mischief, and worshipped my inspector parents, where would I go?”

“He’s with the mall cops?”

“Probably.” Ui can hear Furuta shrug. “Though if they haven’t called you, I bet he’s just spying on the mall cops.”

Ui growls. “Thank you.”

That hurts to say.

As they approach the security station, Arima suddenly whirls around to the dense, decorative foliage outside. “Hello.”

He hauls a sheepish Masanori out.

“Masanori!” his parents both wail, rushing towards him.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Masanori throws his arms around him.

“I just wanted to see what the mall police do. Then they tried to call the police on me, so I hid,” Masanori says sadly. “Wait, why is Uncle Arima here?”

Ui and Hairu take a shower together ;)

Happy National Uihai Day to you, too. 😉

“Help me, Ui-Wan Kenobi,” says Hairu. She leans her head over his. He’s perched on one of her kitchen stools, looking over their latest case notes.

“Hmm?”

“You’re my only hope.” Hairu tugs him up.

“I think you’re mine.” Ui’s arms encircle her.

“Goody.” Hairu skips away, and, puzzled, Ui follows her into their bathroom.

To his surprise, the room is saturated with steam from the running shower.

“What is this?”

“We need to relax, the both of us.” Hairu pulls off her shirt, and Ui’s pulse races. “Let work go tonight.”

She turns around to unbutton his collar, and Ui has to smile. “Always, for you.”

They step into the shower together. Hairu giggles as water runs down her face. “Ah, so relaxing.”

“You’re more relaxing,” Ui teases.

“Oh?” Hairu smiles coyly.

He runs his hands down her curves. “Yes.”

Ui gasps as Hairu nibbles his chest. “Okay, maybe relaxing isn’t the word.”

“You’re too sexy,” she says, kissing him. “It’s unfair.”

“You’re the sexy one.” Ui knows it’s a lame comeback, but she never seems to mind his lack of creativity. .

She hoists herself onto his hips and wraps her legs around him.

Ui struggles not to fall. And then he’s slipping on soap scum, and they both collapse under a steaming waterfall.

Hairu rolls on top of him. “Now I’ve got you.”

Her hair drips down into his. Ui smiles up at her. stroking her cheeks. Whenever he’s with Hairu, he already feels clean.

ui realizing how much he loves hairu after her death

Omg the pain

How am I giving orders right now? Ui Koori stares at First Class Ihei Hairu’s remains. Her head lies severed a few feet from her body.

He needs her. He frowns, surprised by the force of his emotion.

He needs to go back in time, to stop this injustice. To keep Hairu alive.

“These melon buns are delicious,” he says, and she giggles.

“That’s why I brought you here, silly. They’re the best in all Tokyo!”

Her hands brush his, and warmth springs into his belly, back then and even now.

Ui gapes at her corpse.

I love her.

I love her, and I didn’t even realize.

He feels as if he hasn’t understood death, nor loss, until now. She should not be fallen. He needs a chance – a second chance – to set things right! To face his feelings.

Ui isn’t much of a praying person, but he finds himself supplicating every deity he can think of for this second chance.

I’ll do anything to hear her laugh again.

So when Nimura Furuta holds out that beautiful preserved head a few months later, he will tell himself it is an answer to prayer. He will hold fast to this chance.