Author's Note: My last attempt at Mitsuko as a mother - probably not a bad thing!
Yuichiro x Mitsuko
Prompt: I'll write our characters raising a child.
Mitsuko liked to stay in the background.
She'd never admit it to herself or anyone else, but she was afraid. She couldn't be a mother. She'd never wanted this. This child… he couldn't get what he needed from her. No, it was best to keep her distance.
She stood across the room, not moving from her corner. Her eyes were trained on Yuichiro, who was holding Kaito.
He was good at this. A natural, even. As if he could feel her gaze, he looked up at her and smiled.
"What's that look for?" Yuichiro asked curiously.
"Nothing," Mitsuko replied easily. "Just thinking."
"About?" Yuichiro prompted.
She shook her head. "Not important."
Yuichiro gave her a knowing look and stood up, pacing over to her. He didn't miss the way she shied back as he approached, or the way she stared almost fearfully at Kaito.
"Mitsuko," he sighed. "Not this again."
She tried to brush it off. "It's nothing, Yuichiro."
He looked at her carefully. "You're going to be great at this," he assured her. "I know you are."
Mitsuko glanced at the floor uncertainly. "This was never supposed to happen."
"Maybe it was," Yuichiro disagreed softly. He turned his attention back to Kaito. "Just look at him."
Hesitantly, she did.
If she looked closely… he looked like her. Just a bit.
More like Yuichiro, though… and she was okay with that.