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Exhaustion wreaked havoc over the red-haired girl's body as she stepped inside her home, almost slamming the door behind herself. "I'm baaaaaaack..." She drawled while she kicked off her loafers.
"Welcome back." She heard her parents greet her from the living room. Dragging her feet, she slowly headed towards the two of them. Her mother was comfortably nestled up against the portable heater that was her father. He had one of his large arms wrapped around her waist, the other holding a book while his wife would occasionally flip the page when he lightly tapped on her side with his finger.
The teen practically collapsed with her cheek resting on her mom's knees. "How was school?" The older woman asked, lightly running her fingers through her daughter's hair.
"Tiring. Hagiwara-sensei's lessons make me sleepy, but then he suddenly springs us into training and I can barely focus." Asuga whined.
"You begged us to let you go to school during the night 'so you wouldn't have to get up early', and this is what happened." Her father snorted a little. A few strands of hair on the girl's head caught aflame because of his irritating words, although she knew he was right.
Kentsu was quick to smother them with her hands. "But it's not fair. The teacher has a Sleep Manipulation quirk," The younger redhead retorted. "Having him work during the night is a bad decision."
"Think of it as training on its own."
"Hmph." For a few minutes, the trio was silent, save for the sound of pages being turned. "Tell me the story about how you two fell in love."
"Hm? We've already told you that story dozens of times before. Do you love it that much?" The woman asked with an amused expression.
"I-It's not like I like it that much..." Asuga huffed and looked away.
She placed a bookmark between the pages her husband was currently reading, causing him to let out a slight sigh of defeat. He was too drowsy to argue. Enji placed the book to the side as their daughter situated herself so she was laying on the couch, head resting on her mom's thighs. The woman went back to brushing her fingers through the long and thick strands of crimson-colored hair. "Where to start?"
"It was when dad wasn't really talking with my half-siblings and their mom." The girl stated, causing Kentsu to look up at her husband for permission to start there. They may have told the story to her many times before, but that was a sensitive subject. He gave a small nod.
"This all starts years before you were born. Back before your big brother Niklas was in Middle School..."