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ᴋᴀɴᴊɪ:
宮 治

ʀᴏ̄ᴍᴀɴᴊɪ:
𝘔𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶

ᴀʟsᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs:
𝘚𝘢𝘮𝘶 [𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶]
𝘔𝘪𝘺𝘢𝘢-𝘴𝘢𝘮 [𝘉𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰
& 𝘈𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪]
𝘖𝘴𝘢-𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 [𝘍𝘶𝘺𝘶𝘬𝘰 & 𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪] 

ᴀɢᴇ:
37

ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ:
𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 5𝘵𝘩

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺

ᴘʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴ:
𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘪 𝘔𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs:
𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘖𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘪
𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘰
𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶
𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘶𝘺𝘶𝘬𝘰'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴
𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘍𝘶𝘺𝘶𝘬𝘰
𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘒𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨

•-‖≡∞≡‖-•

ᴋᴀɴᴊɪ:
宮 冬子

ʀᴏ̄ᴍᴀɴᴊɪ:
𝘔𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘍𝘶𝘺𝘶𝘬𝘰

ᴀʟsᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs:
𝘍𝘶𝘺𝘶-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯 [𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶, 𝘉𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘰,
𝘈𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪, 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰 & 𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢]
𝘍𝘶𝘺𝘶 [𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶]
𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘵 [𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶 & 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰]
𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘤 [𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘴]
𝘐𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯

ᴀɢᴇ:
37

ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ:
𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 16𝘵𝘩

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳

ᴘʀᴏғᴇssɪᴏɴ:
𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵
𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs:
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤
𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴
𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘺𝘢
𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶
𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨

•-‖≡∞≡‖-•

ᴋᴀɴᴊɪ:
宮 和也

ʀᴏ̄ᴍᴀɴᴊɪ:
𝘔𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘒𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘺𝘢

ᴀʟsᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs:

𝘒𝘢𝘻𝘶 [𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶]
𝘒𝘢𝘻𝘶-𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 [𝘍𝘶𝘺𝘶𝘬𝘰 & 𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪]
𝘒𝘢𝘻-𝘬𝘶𝘯 [𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶, 𝘉𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘰
& 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰]
𝘡𝘶𝘺𝘢 [𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘰 & 𝘈𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘰]

ᴀɢᴇ:
13

ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ:
𝘑𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 16𝘵𝘩

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳

ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 [𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵]

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs:
𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘰
𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢
𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘍𝘶𝘺𝘶𝘬𝘰
𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦

•-‖≡∞≡‖-•

ᴋᴀɴᴊɪ:
宮 純子

ʀᴏ̄ᴍᴀɴᴊɪ:
𝘔𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘰

ᴀʟsᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs:
𝘑𝘶𝘯 [𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶, 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦]
𝘑𝘶𝘯-𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯 [𝘍𝘶𝘺𝘶𝘬𝘰 & 𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪]
𝘒𝘰𝘬𝘰-𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯 [𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶, 𝘉𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘰
& 𝘒𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘰]
𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘬 [𝘒𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘺𝘢 & 𝘈𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘰]

ᴀɢᴇ:
13

ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ:
𝘑𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 16𝘵𝘩

ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬

ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ:
𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳

ᴀғғɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ:
𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 [𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳]

ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇs:
𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘴
𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶
𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘰
𝘴𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘰
𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘖𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘪'𝘴
𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘍𝘶𝘺𝘶𝘬𝘰'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴
𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘒𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨

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The sound of loud and rushed footsteps of a child can be heard inside a warn humble home in the middle of a stormy night. The thundering steps made its way across the living room before they were rushing up wooden stairs. Skipping one step at a time at its excitement.

From upstairs, a boy who looked to be at the age of thirteen can be seen wincing at the sound of those steps getting louder and louder—already dreading his impending doom. He was afraid he had no time to switch off his gaming systems and get under his sheets to pretend dead anymore. So instead, he opted to pause his game and turn to his door as if expecting someone to come bursting in anytime.

His side bangs reached his shoulders, forehead bangs messily cut with the middle strands longer than the ones stopping above his eyes. He had somewhat sharp, yet soft feminine looking features, eyes looking delicate despite being half lidded. The small mole under left eye contrasted against his pale skin, a feature he inherited from his mom which he was silently proud of.

He didn't have to wait long, because the door was soon slammed open—almost coming off its hinges as a girl the same age him burst through. Even if he had been prepared, he couldn't help but flinch at the sound of the door hitting the wall, the house literally shaking.

The reason for the disturbance beamed a bright close eyed smile his way, excitedly bouncing on the balls of her feet as she shoved what seemed to be an album to his face—to which he leaned back as far as he could. The girl let out excited giggles as she peeked from above the thick album. "ZUYA! ZUYA LOOK WHAT I FOUND IN THE BOOK SHELF!"

The boy who is now identified as 'Zuya' let out the most tired sigh one could ever produce. Muttering out 'why're you always so bright' under his breath before moving to shove his face into the blanket that conveniently laid besides him. Practically laying on the floor at this point to get away from the bright child. "Why're you up so late anyway, Junk?"

"STOP CALLIN' ME THAT! My parents named me Junko. Ju-n-ko. GET IT RIGHT DAMNIT!" The girl now identified as Junko shouted out, clearly frustrated with the lazy boy.

"Our parents." The boy corrected her. "I don't see why I can't give you a nickname. You gave me one too." The dark-haired boy peaked a glance at his counterpart—the other part of him, wondering how both of them ended up so different from one another when they were practically identical twins.

"But Zuya is a nice nickname! Your one basically insults me!" Junko complained, her light lavender eyes glaring daggers into one visible darker shade of lavender belonging to her brother. Her straight, long dark hair flowed all the way until her midback, her looks soft and feminine which does her no justice since her personality was more on the brash and un-lady like side.

"I like my name. Kazuya sounds way better." The boy muttered out—voice as low as it could get because he couldn't be bothered to put much effort into their regular banter. He knew Junko won't give up even if she was in the wrong. He grew up getting used to that.

"But I like Zuya better! It's shorter and simple!" Junko huffed out, cheeks puffed out and visibly pouting with furrowed brows of anger.

See what I mean...? I don't get how girls can be so troublesome... Well, except for mom. Dad just got lucky he pulled someone like her... Should I congratulate him or something...? Hm, way to go dad I guess....

Bruh... this is so pointless... I just wanna go sleep... now how the hell am I gonna get her to get outa my room without triggering her? She's literally the other version of Bokuto-san, but instead of getting depressed—her temper goes off the roof and she gets so troublesome to deal with I swear to god—

I'm just so tired I could die... Please take me away from this forsaken world... but let me take my devices with me, I can't survive without them...

While all this went through his head, he kept a very listless look from the outside—considering it too tiring to show emotions on his face. He just couldn't be bothered. He also couldn't be bothered with his twin who had been blabbering all about that photo album in her hand for the past fifteen minutes as he dozed into the dark place named 'mind'.

"—I want to check it out with—HEY YOU AREN'T EVEN LISTENIN' TO ME ARE YOU?! BAKAZUYA!"

Ah crap— I got found out... Great, now she's gonna turn into a raging beast...

"Why're both of ya up this late makin' such a loud ruckus?" Junko and Kazuya both comically froze for a second before Junko sharply snapped her head towards the door. Kazuya meanwhile took his time to casually sit up with the blanket surrounding him before letting out a yawn. The white cat sleeping besides him copied his actions, yawning with him.

Osamu stood at the doorway, leaning against one side with arms folded over his chest. His eyes moved back and forth from both children, sweat dropping at Kazuya's indifference. The boy then opened a single eye, rubbing the other one with his hand. "Junk was the once who burst into my room and started shouting." The boy completely ignored to look of betrayal sent his way by his twin.

Junko's face morphed into anger moments later though, pushing a finger at the still open monitor. "And he was up playing games again! I'm not the only one being loud!" The girl defended herself, while all three of them fully knew the last claim was a complete lie.

Osamu resisted a face palm, once again being reminded with the fact that his own child took after Atsumu rather than his own behavior. He was just extremely glad at the fact that his girl was a foodie like him too—at least she didn't completely take after Atsumu, because that would be a nightmare.

The sound of lazy scuffles reached their ears, making them turn towards the door where a sleepy Fuyuko appeared besides Osamu. She had a blanket wrapped around her, getting dragged on the floor after her with her hair a complete mess. Even yet, somehow, she managed to look attractive in Osamu's eyes. Yes, the man was smitten, and he would proudly admit it.

"What have you got there in your hand, Jun-chin?" Fuyuko wondered out, finding the album very familiar for some reason.

This had Osamu's eyes flickering towards the said item held to Junko's chest. "Isn' that..." He glanced back to Fuyuko, making her turn to make eye contact with him. Both of them simultaneously ending up chuckling afterwards.

"That's definitely the album Tarō-chin gifted us for our wedding." Fuyuko stated out, one hundred percent sure of herself.

"It's the best gift we've ever got that day." Osamu admitted, walking forward to take the album from Junko's hand. "I thought we lost it. Where did ya find it Jun?"

Junko beamed back at him, chest puffing out proudly as she pointed a thumb at herself. "I'm awesome, aren't I?! I found it at the very back, bottom shelf of our library!" The girl boasted, and it was obvious to anyone she wanted her parents to compliment her.

With a fond smile, Osamu patted her head. "Yes, 'm proud of ya Jun."

Fuyuko nodded from the door. "We normally use that album to reminisce about our high school days. So yes, thank you for finding it for us Jun-chin."

From the back, Kazuya rolled his eyes. Opting to lazily pick himself up and slowly make way towards his bed with the blanket still wrapped around him. He was hoping to go completely unnoticed and fall right asleep as soon as his head hit his pillow.

Only for his efforts to be thrown straight out of the window when Osamu easily picked him off the floor by the back of his shirt-neck. The boy instantly dreaded what was about to happen.

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The next thing Kazuya knew, the entire family—all four humans and Kazuya's cat—sat comfortably pilled together in Osamu and Fuyuko's king sized bed. Junko and Kazuya sitting in the middle, with Fuyuko to Kazuya's right and Osamu on Junko's left. Their cat, named Maneki, slept away in Kazuya's lap—leaving the boy to envy the creature.

I wanna be born as a cat in my next life...

Everyone except the pre-teen boy had smiles adorning their features, Junko's smile the brightest as she opened the album placed in the middle to its first page.

"First few pages are from our First year, that was before I met your dad." Fuyuko explained, watching Junko awe at the many class pictures and selfies containing Suna and herself. There were ones where she was in the hospital as well, her expression considerably different.

"Woah! Mom you were so beautiful when you were a teenager too!" Junko almost instantly blurted out, seeing a nice side profile picture of her taken by Suna. Obviously without her knowledge.

Apparently, he had been saying the truth when he claimed to have a small crush on Fuyuko and at one point on Alice too back in High School. Surprisingly he could mask his feelings well and he easily got over them before those feelings developed. The male was content with the love of his life—aka, his phone after all.

Osamu on the other hand held a lazy smug smile. "I know right. She was even prettier in person." He informed. Making said women send him a look that screamed 'really' with a single raised brow.

"Uncle Suna knew you before dad did?" Kazuya asked out in his usual low tone, face showing interest for the first time since many frowns and sleepiness. It wasn't much of a surprise though, considering Suna and Kenma were his favorite Uncles among all.

However, both Fuyuko and Osamu knew that wasn't the only thing he wanted to know. Although he might not show it, they knew he was as much as curious as Junko was. Both of them shared the same DNA after all—quoting Suna.

"Yes, Suna had been with me since our First year of High School. But Alice have been here since Middle School. You can say she knew me the longest."

Junko's eyes shined literal sparkles as she snapped her head to Fuyuko. "Aunty Alice?! That's so cool!" The girl exclaimed out, making Kazuya lean as far away from her as he could with a clear grimace.

"Can you be any louder?" Kazuya muttered out, more to himself—but was unfortunately heard by his twin.

"WHAT WAS THAT BAKAZUYA?!" She screamed even louder, making the boy sigh.

Of course, she can get louder...

Osamu and Fuyuko never fail to feel nostalgia once a while when both twins start arguing with each other. The former being reminded of his twin while Fuyuko, remembers back to the many verbal and physical fights her husband and her brother-in-law would have back in the days.

Not that those fights stopped when they became adults—I mean, that was literally the reason why Osamu kept himself fit despite quitting volleyball.

"Should we continue with the album?" Osamu voiced, easily breaking the one-sided glaring contest to gain their attention.

"Sure..."

"Yes sir!"

They flipped the page, coming to the first picture to finally see Osamu in it. "Wait, dad had grey hair in High School?!" Junko and Kazuya both turned to the said male, the former more violent while the latter's actions lagged with judging eyes burning straight through the adult.

Osamu raised a brow. "'s it that surprising'? I don't think so. Try havin' an identical twin of the same gender attendin' the same school as ya." He instantly defended himself. "Ya guys are lucky both of yer different genders."

Both twins' mouths formed 'O's, mentally thinking up a situation where they're mistaken as the other twin. Their heads turned towards each other with expressions of pure disgust.

"Ewww! Who'd wanna be mistaken as this sloth!"

"Says the loud mouth, tch."

First was a picture of them at the very back of their classroom, desks pressed together with Fuyuko obviously explaining something to Osamu as the said boy was sending her a curious side eyed look.

That's the first time we've held a proper conversation... not countin' our first encounter at that hospital...

It's strange how the time had gone by so fast...

The second picture was them standing in front of the class as elected class presidents. Osamu with a look of annoyance on his face while Fuyuko looked downright confused of her situation.

"Woah, both of them were so young... right Zuya?"

"Mhm..."

The next picture was a side profile of Alice holding Fuyuko up by her collar, Osamu and Atsumu were seen from the tables next to them, clearly sweating with fear—Atsumu more obvious than Osamu.

"OH! IT'S AUNTY ALICE!" Junko exclaimed, eyes going starry. "She looked so beautiful back then too! Totally badass!"

Meanwhile Kazuya sent a half lidded questioning glance towards Fuyuko. "Since when did both of you fight?" He wondered out loud, before pausing. "Wait... can you even fight her without getting beat to death?"

Fuyuko lightly chopped the boy on his head, with an amused smile. "Believe it or not, Alie-chin can't ever hold a candle against me."

"No way..."

Junko turned to Osamu. "Is that true dad?!"

Osamu chuckled, remembering back to those carefree days. "Yer mom used to be known as the Tiny delinquent who controlled the She-Devil ya know... Alice always listens to 'er, she does even now."

Both children turned to Fuyuko with a newfound admiration. Although it wasn't much visible from Kazuya's face, both parents knew him well enough to know what his glance meant.

"Mom's so cool!"

"This is why I say Dad got lucky."

Osamu flipped the album page, agreeing with his son all the way. "I did, didn't I?"

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There were pictures of the day Fuyuko was first introduced as the manager of the Volleyball team.

A picture taken after Fuyuko accidentally squeezed a box of chocolate milk to Atsumu's face. His blond hair and face drenched with Fuyuko blankly staring at him.

A picture taken when she introduced herself in front of the entire team as their manager, Alice glaring the hell out from behind the girl.

"Oh, it's Uncle Kita..."

"So, mom was dad's manager huh?! And Uncle Atsumu's! And Uncle Suna's! And Uncle Kita's! And Uncle Ar—"

"We get it, geez why are you always so loud?"

"What was that?! Bakazuya!"

I remember how I wanted to be around Osa-chin in search for my lost motivation... it helped, knowing the first person to not take pity on my condition was nearby...

I remember doubting her intentions back then... all because of Trashumu... But that very same night all my doubts were cleared...

There was a picture of both Fuyuko and Alice, standing face to face with each other under the bright moonlight. The side profiled picture showing how both of them looked completely different from each other just like their personalities.

It was followed by another picture of Osamu and Fuyuko standing in front of the school gate during night time. The photo taken from the back, by none other than Suna of course.

Next was a picture of the same setting, except this time both of them were looking back at Suna with looks of confusion, since he had his sound on when he took the first picture. Fuyuko had completely turned to him while Osamu only partially. Both of them now as adults, silently admitted how they looked good together even back then.

"What're ya doin'?"

"Taking pictures for... reasons."

"You've been taking a lot of those recently."

Come to think of it... Tarō-chin was suspicious... was he taking pictures for this?! ... Don't tell me he actually predicted us getting together and started preparing for the best present we've ever gotten that early...

Back then, if I was told I would be marryin' Fuyu in the future, I would've thought they're talkin' crazy... but man... did Suna see the future or somethin'?

The spring section of their book went on, with many pictures of Fuyuko drooling on her desk while Osamu was either seen boringly staring at the board—or with his cheek leaning against his palm to stare at the sleeping girl with eyes of curiosity, or a small smile of endearment.

Was I that obvious when I stare at 'er? 'n did I always look at 'er with that stupid look...?

Damn... I was drooling... fuck him for taking pictures when I was sleeping...

Junko all of a sudden let out a loud gasp, looking at the photo of Fuyuko with a bloody nose.

There was a second photo, the addition of Alice with a face of distress, holding a first aid kit and standing in front of Fuyuko's desk.

"What happened to your nose mom?!" While Junko was the one to ask the question, Kazuya's head turned to her direction along with his twin, silently questioning Fuyuko—making said adult sweat drop.

"Alie-chin accidently punched me." She informed with an awkward smile.

While Osamu let out a silent sigh, adding in. "She was tryin' to stop Alice from beatin' some upperclassmen."

Kazuya blinked, turning back to the album without much change of his expression. "Teenagers are that troublesome huh?"

This made Junko glare at the side of his head. "Seriously?! Aren't you even a bit worried?! What if her nose broke back then?!"

"Clearly no long-term damage was done. Can't you see how mom's fine now?"

"... Still though... at least pretend to be worried!"

"Nah, that's too much work."

It was their usual banter, and both parents were completely used to it. Meaning they didn't do anything to stop them as Fuyuko flipped to the other page. Where there was the picture of her with a large band aid over her nose, face scrunched in clear pain.

Both children found themselves cringing at the sight, as if experiencing the pain themselves.

"Ouch... I think I felt it through the photo... the pain..."

"I would never want to deal with something like that... it seems like a pain to deal with."

Next page though was completely filled with pictures of Fuyuko donned in a bigger shirt than usual. Her sleeves were messily rolled up while one side of her shirt was spilling out of her skirt.

She didn't fail to look extra cute though, which could be easily seen within the photo's where both Osamu and Fuyuko were displayed in. The boy was caught multiple times on camera, staring young Fuyuko with looks of adoration.

"Dad, you look smitten." Kazuya bluntly commented, voice soft and easily guessing his twin was thinking about the same thing.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing with him, but yes! Your story is so cute! I'm loving this!" Junko cheered, excited.

While Osamu gently traced a finger over one of the pictures, smiling down at it with the same look in his eyes as the pictures they're seeing. "That was the day I realized I liked yer mom."

"Seriously?" Fuyuko raised a brow, silently questioning him.

"Mom, when did you start liking dad?" Kazuya asked out of nowhere, making everyone turn to Fuyuko.

The girl blinked, before chuckling out a laugh. "Well, if I'm being honest, I've always looked up to him as a person... but I think I first started liking him much later."

"Oh~ So dad fell for mom first!" Junko voiced out with a grin, sending a look at Osamu who had him shrugging. The girl turned back to her mother. "Say, when did you fall for him?"

Fuyuko continued to smile. "You'll have to keep looking through the album if you want to find out~"

"Aww man! Come on mom!"

They continued to look through the pictures, seeing shots from the time Atsumu banned Fuyuko from resigning from her manager position. Which was continued with several pictures of the Volleyball team properly bonding together, with pictures taken of Miya twin's usual fights appearing more often than not.

All of those memories were caught on Suna's phone, and he developed them into this beautiful masterpiece he gifted to them on their wedding. Fuyuko and Osamu would forever be grateful for their fellow best friend.

Just like that, when the Spring section was over, they went over to the Summer section. Every single picture with their own story to tell. By the time it struck past 3 am, they had managed to get through the entire book completely.

SPRING

SUMMER

AUTUMN

WINTER

Every season had its own tale, and every memory had its own special place in their hearts. One thing for sure though, is that those memories made them who they were now. If it wasn't for them, they won't be themselves, and they can never find themselves in others' lives.

Previously known as Rairakku Fuyuko, who is now known as Ms. Miya—is someone people still highly respects, especially in the world of Music. The name 'Lilac' is still talked among many and her music is all time popular.

Despite everyone's respect though, one thing Miya Osamu will forever be proud of, is the fact that she was his. Miya Fuyuko was his Illustrious Musician, and no one can ever replace her in his life. The two precious gems of theirs were proof of that.

Miya Junko and Miya Kazuya, both of them were the main proof of the tale named,

'𝕀𝕃𝕃𝕌𝕊𝕋ℝ𝕀𝕆𝕌𝕊 𝕄𝕌𝕊𝕀ℂ𝕀𝔸ℕ'

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