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You wake to the feeling of being shaken. You open your eyes and see your father's striking blue eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. You look over at the clock on your night stand, 09:47 AM, on a Saturday. You'd kind of forgotten that the weekend had started.
"Rise and shine, kiddo. I got breakfast for us!" Your father, Satoru, stated with a shit–eating grin on his face. "Get dressed, I'll set your plate at the table." Satoru said, promptly walking out of your room.
For as long as you could remember, it was just you and your dad. From what you heard, your mother was seemingly a one night stand with your father, and she'd left the child to him. Your father had been a teen dad, who got the help of Auntie Shoko and Uncle Nanami to raise you.
You vividly remember spending days on end at Auntie Shoko's house because dad was at a mission for longer than planned. Uncle Nanami often took you to the bakery close to his home (and work, at the time) to get croissants and nice bread.
Anyway, back to the present. You got dressed, putting on a band T-shirt and some old, worn out jeans. They still fit well and looked good, so why replace it? If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
You walked out to the kitchen, sitting down at your usual spot at the table. You could smell eggs cooking, and there was toast on the table.
You grabbed two glasses from the cupboard they were stored, placing them by the respective plates.
Satoru soon came out of the kitchen with a plate of scrambled eggs to share, placing the plate on the table.
"Thank you for the meal!" You both say in unison, clapping your hands together.
Soon enough, you both started eating. You ate in silence for a little bit, but you remembered something you'd forgotten to ask yesterday.
"How was your mission?" You asked, taking a bite out of your toast.
"It was fine, I guess. Nothing too out of the ordinary, just a Grade 2 curse. Not that I couldn't handle it." Satoru said, waving his hand dismissively.
"You make it sound unbearable, dad." You chuckled, not able to hide your smile.
"It was!" Your dad exclaimed, "I would much rather be home, watching a movie or something. You know, with you." Satoru said, shoving egg in his mouth.
"You're so dramatic." You couldn't help but laugh at his antics. Honestly, you both loved just being home, not doing anything. It felt... Normal. Not exorcising curses, not learning at Jujutsu High, or teaching for that sake, just... Normal.
"I wish there were more days like this. Just not doing anything." Your dad thought aloud, a slight sentimental tone in his voice.
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You stood close by as your dad loaded dishes into the dishwasher. It had been a little while since he had, he just couldn't get himself to do it.
You talked idlely about anything. A show you were watching, a silly dream you had, just anything really. Nothing that mattered.
"You should really clean up your room, kiddo. It looks like a war zone in there." Satoru huffed. "I wouldn't call it a war zone, more like... Calculated chaos?" You smirked a little, that shit eating grin you'd well inherited from your dad.
"Calculated chaos? I don't know how you find anything in there, it quite literally looks like a hoarder hole." Satoru stated bluntly, a tone of amusement in his voice.
"Well, maybe you can't find anything because it's my room. I'm the one that made the mess, therefore I know where I put everything." You responded, that attitude a gift from your father. Curse those genes!
"Put that attitude down, kiddo." Satoru stated, not angry but definitely that tone adults use when they're trying to get you to do something.
"Fine, fine, putting it down." You groaned, in typical teen fashion.
"Wow, teens can be rude as hell sometimes" Satoru thought to himself.
“You sure got your attitude from me, huh?” Your dad said matter-of-factly. “Yeah I did!” You exclaimed with a laugh.
“I think i might go to the mall with ‘gumi later…” You thought out loud. “Maybe grab some food with him and the others?” You shrugged your shoulders.
“Good idea, kid. I can drive you if you want?” Your dad offered, but you shook your head. “I’ll be fine, dad. I can just walk, it’s only 5 minutes to the school.” You said.
You walked over to the door to grab your coat and put your shoes on, texting the first years group chat if they wanted to go to the Chinese restaurant next to the school.
“Remember your coat! It’s pretty cold out. Have your phone on if I text, and–“ “Yeah, yeah. I get it dad. I’ve heard it about 1 billion times already!” You teased.
“I’ll be going, dad!” You called out, grabbing your bag. “Be safe!” Satoru called back, waving from the kitchen where he was tidying up.