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On the playground of a kindergarten, a little girl with long black and maroon eyes was contemplating a ladybug standing on a flower. The name of this girl is Wakaba, and like her mother she is a very peculiar child.
Wakaba: “1, 2, 3…”
She was too focused on counting the dots on the ladybug that she didn’t notice when another kid threw a ball at her.
Obnoxious girl: “See, she doesn’t even cry.”
Annoying girl: “what a weirdo.”
???: “Hey!”
The girl that hit Wakaba with a ball was pushed down by a boy with brown hair and crimson eyes. It was Akira, Wakaba’s brother, and just like his mother he has a strong sense of justice.
Akira: “Don’t hit my sister, you meanie!”
Obnoxious girl: “WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!
Teacher: “What is going on here?”
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Sitting on a bench was Ren Amamiya, a regular salaryman with a suit, a manager at a corporate office earning the minimum wage. This could be seen as a downgrade from his days as the famous Joker of the Phantom Thieves, a dashing rogue that was at the top of the world with one lady on each arm; he no longer is a superhero, but he got two keep his two ladies and the three conceived two kids he loves more than his past career.
Teacher: “Mr. Amamiya? Come in.”
And because his wife is busy at work and his “mistress” is promoting her brand at a tour overseas, Ren has to deal this week with all school related stuff.
Ren: “What happened exactly?”
Teacher: “Akira hit a girl.”
Ren: “For what reason?”
Teacher: “... The girl hit Wakaba.”
Ren: “I knew it.”
Teacher: “Still, he shouldn’t be hitting the girls. Akira has anger issues that have to be dealt with.”
Ren: “I will talk to him, but I think the parents of those girls should also be called.”
Ren wasn’t in the mood for bullshit, especially if it was about his daughter being bullied.
Teacher: “T-they have already been called, but there’s something else I wanted to talk with you about your daughter.”
Ren saw the young woman take out from a folder a series of pieces of paper with crayon drawings.
Teacher: “I know Wakaba is differe-”
Ren: “Neurodivergent.”
Teacher: “Yes, but it’s concerning some of the stuff she draws.”
The drawings shown to Ren were the following: Morgana holding a knife, Morgana pooping over Ryuji’s sandwich, Morgana holding a gun, Ryuji strangling Morgana, the “Joker” shooting “God”, a very detailed drawing of Mara, Shido with a poop over his head, “Chainsaw Morgana” and the whole Amamiya-Niijima-Sakura family.
Ren: “Wow! She is talented!”
Teacher: “I really don’t know how to react. The only innocent thing in all this chaos is this drawing of your family.”
Ren was relieved that the teacher didn’t notice that Wakaba had written over the doodles of Makoto and Futaba “Mamakoto” and “Mommy” respectively. As far as the school’s administration knew, Akira and Wakaba were registered as the children of Ren Amamiya and Makoto Niijima. Futaba had to sign papers to legally make Makoto the legal guardian of Wakaba, which was the only way the three parents could think of legally protecting Wakaba since Ren and Futaba aren’t married. This was a harsh decision Futaba took willingly for her daughter’s sake.
Teacher: *pointing at doodles of Sojiro and Zenkichi* “Are these the grandparents of the kids?”
Ren (with a mocking smile): “Yes.”
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Ren drove from the school to the apartment with the kids sitting on the back. Akira looked really angry and Wakaba was distracted playing with a handheld console despite her young age.
Wakaba: “I killed the baddies.”
Ren: “How are you feeling, little man?”
Akira: “Girls suck.”
Ren: “We live with four girls.”
Akira: “Mom, Futaba and Wakaba don’t suck and Hana isn’t born yet.”
Ren: “Want to talk about it?”
Akira made a grumpy sound and crossed his arms.
Ren: “I get it, you defended your sister and the girls pretended to be the victims. You should at least have told the teacher.”
Akira: “The teacher does nothing because Wakaba doesn’t cry.”
Wakaba continued playing.
Wakaba: “Oh, pretty.”
Akira: “Why don’t you fight back?”
Wakaba (focused on her game): “I don’t want to punch people.”
Akira: “Argh!”
The little boy forcibly took away the gaming device from his sister’s hands.
Wakaba: “No! I was going to win!”
Ren: “Akira, return that to your sister or you won’t get dessert tonight.”
The stern sound of Ren’s voice was enough to make the young Niijima descendant give up. Ren didn’t have his wife’s glare, but he knew how to discipline his two children.
Akira: “Here.”
Wakaba: “Okay.”
After Wakaba became 1 year old it was clear she was different from other babies, especially in comparison to her crybaby half sibling of the same age. Makoto at one point theorized that Wakaba inherited the best traits from her mother and her grandmother. However, it’s difficult to raise a child on the autism spectrum , especially if said child is somehow aware of Metaverse stuff. Ren suspects Wakaba is sensitive to cognitive stuff because of her heritage, or Wakaba just looked at Yusuke's illustrations about shadows and she thinks they are real. He had to reprimand the artist for leaving so many drawings out in the open about so many erotic looking kinds of characters.
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Later at night, Makoto Niijima arrived at her home and opened the door to see her husband and kids.
Makoto: “Hello everyone.”
Akira: “Mom!”
Wakaba: “Mamakoto!”
Ren: “Hello.”
Makoto had let her hair grow longer since her highschool days and she looked a lot more mature and with more musculature. She also was showing an already big baby bump that was pressing against her police officer uniform.
Ren: “How was work today.”
The two spouses kissed.
Makoto: “It was stressful like always.”
The brunette sat on the couch and was surrounded by her two kids.
Wakaba: “Mamakoto, I made this drawing today.”
Makoto: “Let me see. Oh… that’s nice…”
The toddler had drawn “Chainsaw Morgana” killing the mouse mascot of Tokyo Destinyland.
Wakaba: “Mommy Futaba says the mouse is evil. Also, cats eat mice.”
Makoto: “Yes… that’s true. What about you Akira? How was school today?”
Akira: “...”
Wakaba: “He pushed a girl that was mean to me.”
Makoto (stressed): “Again?”
Akira: “You tattletail!”
Makoto: “Akira, you shouldn’t do that.”
Akira: “But they are always so mean to my sister cuz she isn’t normal!”
Both Ren and Makoto heard this with worry.
Wakaba: “I am not normal?”
Akira: “You aren’t!”
Makoto: “Akira!”
Whenever Makoto raised her voice it was a warning and both children felt the dread coming from her.
Makoto: “Good grief.”
Ren: “Dinner will be ready soon.”
While Ren was busy accommodating the dinner table, Makoto mentally prepared herself to explain stuff in a way her son would understand.
Makoto: “Akira, everyone is different, not just Wakaba.”
Akira: “She collects bugs!”
Makoto: “Uncle Yusuke draws weird things and Aunt Haru buys coffee made with elephant poop.”
Akira and Wakaba giggled about what her second mom said about elephant poop.
Makoto: “Also, I am scared of ghosts and I am an adult. Am I not normal?”
Akira: “But bad people don’t harm you mom, you are strong!”
Akira grabbed one of the beefy arms of his pregnant mother.
Akira: “And they attack Sis because she is weak.”
Wakaba: “I am not weak!”
Makoto: “This isn’t just about Wakaba is it? Have they also said things to you?”
Once again Makoto proved how high were her maternal instincts and she changed her serious eyes to her more compassionate eyes to indicate to her son that he can trust her.
Akira (shyly): “... They say I have ugly eyes.”
Ren: *serving rice* “Seriously? The eyes of your mother are why I fell in love with her.”
Makoto: “Shooh you.”
Makoto pulled her son to her side.
Makoto: “They say mean things because they don’t know you two well. They don’t see how beautiful you are.”
Akira started to cry and hugged the round belly of his mother.
Makoto: “There there. I know you meant well protecting your sister, but you aren’t alone. Ask the teachers for help, and if they don’t help we are here for you. Your dad, Mommy Futaba and me.”
Akira (crying): “I-I will mom!”
Wakaba didn’t understand what happened, so she just joined the hug.
Ren: “Dinner will get cold.”
Makoto: “Help me stand off from the couch, please.”
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The next week.
Ren: “What did Akira did this time?”
Teacher: “Oh no, Akira is behaving better now.”
Ren smiled.
Ren: “That’s good to hear.”
Teacher: “I called you because your daughter is drawing inappropriate things again.”
Ren begged to god that Wakaba didn’t draw Mara again. Instead of that, what Ren saw were a few drawings he recognized as doodles of Makoto kissing him dressed as a woman, Makoto kissing Futaba and Ann kissing Shiho. Makoto was certainly going to reprimand Futaba for kissing her in front of the kids after seeing this.
Teacher: “Wakaba keeps insisting she drew her three moms, which is absurd. Kids these days get confused with all those western cartoons.”
Ren (sweating nervously): “Yeah… confused. She watches too much tv.”
This was one of those days when Ren remembered he lives in Japan, a very conservative country when it comes to romantic relationships.
Past Futaba: “Ah Japan, where the LGBT isn’t accepted despite so many yaoi and yuri animes and trans people are forced to be sterilized. Also, we have the shittiest laws of age of consent in a democratic country.”
While Ren is waiting for Makoto and Futaba to deal with their confusing “will they, won’t they” that the two have been having since this polycule started, he has been focusing on keeping their polyamory situation in stealth mode when it comes to work and school. None of the three are hiding that they live together, but for legal reasons only Ren and Makoto get the privileges of married life and Futaba is just a “guest” in their home.
Teacher: “Wakaba needs to be told that only boys and girls can kiss.”
Ren (slightly sarcastic): “Yes, it would be bad if the other kids thought this is okay.”
Teacher: “It’s good that you understand. I am sorry for calling you so much lately.”
Ren: “No problem.”
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After another school drama, Ren called his “mistress” to update her on how things are going at home.
Futaba: “Hi honey!”
Ren: “Hi. How is Korea?”
Futaba: “South Korea, the one that isn’t under a dictatorship.”
Ren: “How is South Korea.”
Futaba: “It has been fun, but also very stressful! I sat in a booth for 8 hours and talked with hundreds of people! I don't know how extroverts can handle all that!”
Ren: “You have become more powerful now.”
Futaba: “Yeah! Hey, I even met the Diva herself, Rise!”
Ren: “You aren’t kidding? That’s great news!”
Futaba: “I know! I got her autograph for all of our family!”
The sound of Futaba’s happy voice made Ren feel less stressed.
Ren: “I am missing you so much right now.”
Futaba: “I know hubby. I am sorry this tour has taken so long.”
Ren told Futaba a summary of what happened during the past week, especially what happened about Wakaba saying she has “three moms”.
Futaba: “Hah! That teacher is easy to fool!”
Ren: “I know, but I think we should talk to the kids about what they can say and what they can’t say at school.”
Futaba: “I won’t worry that much about that. Makoto has the legal custody of Wakaba and we can thank Sae for helping with the shady paperwork.”
Ren: “Please don’t say that on a call.”
Futaba: “Recorded calls can’t be used at courts remember?”
Ren: “Oh right.”
Futaba: “Still, it really is sad that I can’t say I am Wakaba’s mom at school, but in all honesty, I don’t ever want to attend those parent-teacher conferences.”
Ren: “Do you regret giving Makoto Wakaba’s custody?”
Futaba: “Sometimes, but I know Makoto is doing a good job being the mom of my baby when I am not there for her.”
Futaba was currently sitting at a bench inside a convention center. She has her hair black again, but with purple coloring at the tips, has a tattoo of a UFO on one arm and the name of Wakaba on the other.
Ren: “Even so, to Wakaba you will always be her mommy and she misses you. She even drew you kissing Makoto.”
Ren sent the drawing of their daughter to Futaba.
Futaba: “Aww! Her first yuri art!”
Ren: “I blame you for kissing Makoto in front of the kids many times.”
Futaba: “Hey, Makoto doesn’t fight back.”
Ren: “That sounds creepy.”
Futaba: “We both know there’s chemistry there. I am working hard to transform this harem into a full throuple. Are you maybe jealous that I want to steal your wife, honey?”
Ren: “The only thing you are stealing is my data plan for international calls.”
Ren and Futaba continued to laugh about their own jokes for half an hour until Futaba ran out of battery. The two agreed to talk with the kids, along with Makoto, about being careful what they say at school.
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On a morning at the kindergarten.
Akira: “Sis, you haven’t drawn anything today.”
Wakaba: “The teacher doesn’t want me to draw Chainsaw Morgana and Mara, and Mamakoto says I can’t draw girls kissing at school, and dad says I can’t draw boys kissing too, so I don’t know what to do.”
Akira: “What about Featherman?”
Wakaba: “Can I draw Woman Daddy kissing Featherman?”
Akira: “I don’t see why not. Dad is like our third mom.”
Obnoxious girl: “Hey, ugly eyes!”
The same obnoxious girl that bullied Wakaba weeks ago threw a ball of paper at Akira. She was angry that the teacher had told her parents she had been mean to Wakaba.
Obnoxious girl: “You are a tattletail!”
Akira clenched his tiny fists.
Akira: “Well you-”
Obnoxious girl: “If you push me again I will cry and you will be in trouble!”
Wakaba: “Bro, allow me.”
It was a big surprise to everyone when Wakaba hugged the other girl tightly. The bully recoiled away with disgust.
Obnoxious girl: “Ew! Ew! Ew! I am going to be gay!”
The other kids laughed at the bully running away from Wakaba.
Akira: “Wow.”
Wakaba: “I want to defend you too my own way.”
