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Babbling and humming could be heard from the little girl's room. (F/n) was dressed in a cute bear onesie. She was at her baby desk, crayons sprawled all over the surface while she colored onto a blank piece of paper. It had been a few weeks since the closet incident. (F/n) wasn't necessarily afraid to go back, but her mom decided it was best if she took a break from seeing the team.
Mirai dressed her daughter up in long sleeves to distract her from the scratch marks. Ever since the incident, she continued to pick at her arm, causing small wounds that littered across them. Mirai talked to the child therapist about it, to which they recommended that they dress her in long sleeved clothing and give her some type of fidget toy that she could use instead of self-mutilating herself. (F/n), being the four-year old she is, didn't understand nor question what her parents and therapist were talking about or doing. She just accepted being dressed in long sleeve shirts and played with the fidget toy whenever she felt the urge to pick at her skin.
Tadashi couldn't help but worry though. He struggled himself with anxiety and being nervous, but it wasn't until later in life when he experienced it. He felt bad for his sister, experiencing things like this at a young age, not really comprehending what it means. He wished he could take those feelings away. He wanted nothing but happiness for his sister. He vented to Kei about it, to which he reassured him that everything will be okay.
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(F/n) finished her drawing and decided to find where her parents were. She stood up from the miniature desk, grabbed her stuffed dino that Kei got her for her second birthday, and walked out of her room. Despite being four, she had a tendency to waddle around the house, but she would walk normally, or as normal, as a four year old could outside. She waddled through the carpeted hallway, passing her brother's room. She saw that her parents room was open, usually meaning it wasn't occupied, so she turned around, walked past her brother's room again, and turned to head towards the kitchen.
The carpet came to a stop and (F/n) was now walking on wood floors. She was still pretty light so her steps barely made a sound. She dragged her dino stuffy across the floor, on a mission to find her parents. She heard familiar humming coming from the kitchen, so she followed the sounds. She looked up and saw her mother, standing with an apron on, cooking. (F/n) smiled and ran to her, crashing her small body into her mother's leg. Her mom let out a small yelp out of surprise before recognizing it was her daughter.
"Hey baby," she cooed, wiping her dirty hands off before rubbing her daughter's head, "you gave me quite the scare there,"
(F/n) giggled into her mother's leg, "Sorry mommy," she looked up, face beaming with happiness.
Mirai's heart couldn't help but swell. She absolutely adored her daughter. She bent down to give her a quick kiss on her small forehead before turning back to the dish she was cooking.
