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When had he agreed to have a child again? When he decided that it was a nice day to mark his husband as his? Probably. That day had been so long ago, and he debated whether he wanted to do that again. The result of that night over several months ago led to a young girl, sitting in his lap with blonde hair and blue tips.
She sat on his lap and wriggled slightly, and gazed at the mirror in front of her. She blinked with her bright blue eyes, and waited for a hand or two to help tie her hair into her usual ponytail. Something her mother would do. Not her father. Most definitely not her father.
“Are you sure you don’t want your mother to do this?”
She bounced around in his lap, and fumbled with the brush that sat in front of her. Poking her small hand and the bristles, she spoke again. “I wanna see what you can do!”
Itsuki bit his bottom lip, and his hands were pressed against his daughter’s hair, with a hair tie on his wrist. “What if Aoi does it for you?” He knew by heart that he couldn’t do this. He knew by heart that he would ruin his daughter’s hair, and that Hanae would be all over him demanding to know why he screwed up so bad.
“No! I want you to do it!”
With a sigh, he pulled her hair, as slow as he could, begging, hoping she’d give up with her limited patience, and pulled the brush through her hair. How had he gotten to this state? How did he agree to have a child? How did Hanae love children so much? How did he allow this to happen to him. How did he allow his daughter to innocently sit on his lap and ask for her hair to be tied into a ponytail? He was a guy, why did he need to know these things? Why- A scream interrupted him. A pained one.
“You’re pulling my hair!”
He pulled his hands off of her hair and watched her run into the Mononokean, most likely to receive help from Aoi. How did he get to such a state?