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//Nanikai Anniversary……Couples Game Night…..Midori’s Father dies?…..Chiomi is EH….Esther arrives and Kurai…

//Nanikai Anniversary……Couples Game Night…..Midori’s Father dies?…..Chiomi is EH….Esther arrives and Kurai swings by…..Weak Kurai…..Ikura anniversary…..Joint B-Day Celebration…..Midori comes back…..Masa confesses…Tora meets Cyrus….Hana and Hikaru….Daemon and Nani….Nani seems better….Two Truths and A Lie..Ikuto’s Birthday….and the day after with Cy//

Originally shared by Cнαυитια Bσlтσи

//Closed to Ƒяαυɗ SмιƖє//

//Nanikai Anniversary//

The day was a rather beautiful one, what with its rich, baby-blue hue and its vibrant sun, a bright yellow that cast long, warm rays over everything that it came into contact with. Amongst the vast stretch of blue that was the sky, fluffy, white clouds drift aimlessly, few and far apart from each other as if to create an almost picturesque scene.

Within her childhood home, Naniko sits upon a stool at the countertop which allowed her a view into the kitchen, where her mother, dressed in an old t-shirt and pajama shorts, was cooking breakfast. Naniko herself, was dressed similarly, though rather than shorts, she wore a pair of pajama pants.

The two women seemed to be quietly conversing with one another, the quiet rather comfortable. As her mother cooks, Naniko folds her hands together quietly, setting them atop the counter, a soft smile gracing her lips as she talks with the older woman before her, about seemingly unimportant things.

After a few moments pass, their conversation falls to silence, the sound of food cooking the only thing to be heard. Naniko waits only a moment before she questions her mother quietly. “Mom…..How do you do it…?”