Because No.6 and Nezushi parenting-headcanons have ruined my life.
"Come on, Nezumi, please help Safu with her hair, I have to finish making their breakfast!"
The addressed sighed — a well-known breath of complaint without actually complaining — as he shut his book harshly, dragging himself up into a seated position on the couch, then gestured for his six-year-old daughter to come closer. "I thought I'd be able to enjoy my book, it looked like you had everything under control." He called teasingly to the other man rushing about in the kitchen across the way.
"Nezumi." Shion pressed.
"Here, give me the brush, Safu. Jiro, stop pulling her hair. Get your schoolbag packed, I'm not about to let you be late on your first day of school just cause you like your sister's hair so much." Nezumi said, tossing a half-hearted warning glare to his eldest son, only two years ahead of his sister. The boy released a loud groan but nevertheless complied with his father's command, scurrying off up the stairs to grab his bag in his room. Nezumi turned back to face the wild tangle of ivory-black hair atop his daughter's head and lifted the brush in an attempt to smooth it out.
"You need to make sure your brother doesn't bully you around like that, Safu. Especially at school, we can't be there for you. Stand firm and strong for yourself, but don't pick any fights and get in trouble, just show him in your own way whose boss." Nezumi said sternly while he worked on a particularly troubling area of tangles.
"I try but then he — OW! Dad, you're brushing too hard!" The little girl whined, raising her hands up instinctively to protect her head.
"Got it. Sorry. I'll try to brush a little gentler." Nezumi murmured, smiling softly. God, he was absolutely not used to this. Shion was the one with the magic hand. That fact was proven to him once more when his daughter moaned painfully and pressed her little hands to her head again, scrunching up her face.
Nezumi sighed with heavy exasperation, tossing the brush on the other end of the couch. "Shion! Can you do this and I'll take care of the rest of breakfast?"
"Throwing in the towel already?" Shion called back, fighting the urge to laugh at the hopeless expression Nezumi was wearing.
"Apparently she needs her precious mama's gentle hands."
Shion appeared in the doorway and stalked over to the couch with a slight pout. "Don't fill me in with a female role. We're both wearing the pants in this relationship."
"Shion, nobody would believe that for a second even just by looking at you. You're cute, like a girl, and it matches your personality. You fit the feminine role quite well. Besides, who's the one called 'Dad' here and 'Daddy?'" Nezumi smirked.
The white-haired man rolled his eyes. "Just go finish the cooking. I'll handle this."
"Yes, your majesty."