𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗡'𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬! ━━━━ mao isara (on hold)

18. biscuit (madakuromao)

ᡣ𐭩 . hinted!kingdom au | fluff

Adopting the queen's son whilst he's an early toddler all because of a war that was caused between three kingdoms was nothing that the two former head knights for the said queen of Yumenosaki would have ever expected.

Especially due to the fact that neither of the two men knew how to deal with children, but with the day of the present hanging over their shoulders, Madara Mikejima and Kuro Kiryu wouldn't have changed their lives around if they didn't adopt the prince of Yumenosaki - Mao Isara.

Due to the war going on for years on end, five years before Mao was born and all the way up to him being the age of six, Mao didn't quite get to learn much about the experience of being outside, and this night, his adoptive parents wanted to change that. Especially because tonight was going to be a special night - a meteor shower was bound to happen.

"Papa, papa! Look! Mama made biscuits, and I got to help!"

The young prince ran around the large opened space area of the house. His bare feet tapped against the recently scrubbed clean wooden floorboards as he skids in front of a settee where Kuro sat in the living room area.

Mao tilts his head up at Kuro, a plain biscuit coated in sugar that sat in his small left hand. He grinned at the adult once, noticing that he trailed the aforementioned adults' attention away from the book he was reading.

Kuro smiled down at Mao, placing his book onto the armrest of the said settee he sat on and chuckles. "Oh really? I'm surprised your 'Mama' didn't almost burn the house down again, then."

"That was one mistake, Kuro! One mistake, one time!" The duo could hear from the kitchen where Madara's voice echoed from, his tone sounding embarrassed from Kuro simply bring the not-so-old memory up, causing the tall redhead to smirk and Mao to giggle at the antics going on.

There was never a day without banter in the household between his adoptive parents.

"Anyways, you made a biscuit, kid?"

Mao nods his head up and down and decides to climb the settee, leaning partly on Kuro to balance properly and waves the biscuit in his hold near Kuro's mouth, prompting the adult to take a bite.

"I made it for you! Mama even helped me to make it look like you!" Mao beamed.

Kuro glances down at the biscuit once more, and sees that the biscuit was admittedly messy looking - to be honest, in his point of view, the biscuit looked like a thin line of jagged spikes, but he didn't want to put the kid's mood down, it was nice seeing the young child actually act the age he is, so he takes the biscuit out of Mao's hand gently, inspecting where to take the first nibble.

"Thank you, little warrior." He takes a bite into it. The biscuit was harder than the sweet treat was meant to be, but other than that, Kuro liked it.

Mao's happy expression brightened as he watched Kuro intensely eat the small sweet treat. Both of his hands scrunched into balled up fists as hope caused his heart to race. "Did you like it? Did you, Papa?!"

Kuro nods, wiping the crumbs away from the corners of his lips. "Very much, kiddo." He places his spare hand on top of Mao's head, giving him a pat, which causes Mao to giggle again at the feeling. His smile was wide, and his eyes closed.

"Yay! I'm glad, Papa!" Mao then slides off the settee, stumbling once he gets off, which causes Kuro to react quickly and help him stand straight as Mao then runs off towards the kitchen. Faintly, Kuro could hear Mao talking Madara's ear off about his excitement of Kuro liking the treat, and he wants to make more some time soon again.

Kuro shakes his head and sighs of deflation. The young beaujolais-haired boy's energy was a lot - tiring, but it caused Kuro to feel a sense of determination for tonight's special moment. He looks out the window not so far from where he sat and notices that the sun was beginning to set so he stands up from the settee and begins walking down the hallway towards his and Madara's bedroom to get himself dressed, he'll pick some clothing out for Mao's along the way.

He wonders what his child should wear? Definitely something to keep the cold from biting at his skin, that was main priority, Kuro thought to himself.

...

"Are we there yet?" Since leaving the house to go to their designated spot, which was a hill not far from where the trio lived, Mao has been repeatedly asking the very same question over and over.

"Almost, MaoMao~" Madara responds.

Mao then whines, "you already said that... I'm bored and want to go nightie-nights!"

Madara glanced over his shoulder. "You don't get to talk, little man. You're tired? I've been carrying you since we got off that doorstep on my back!"

Mao pokes his tongue out in response, causing Madara to huff and face forward once more.

The family of three then reach their destination, Mao was slid off Madara's back whilst Kuro set out the blanket they were going to sit on, along with a carrier for the biscuits that Madara and Mao baked together. There were various types. Sugar-coated ones. Fruit-filled. Jam-filled. They even got some chocolate covered ones, which excited the whole family - chocolate was a rare item around the country. It was hard to get, and it was very expensive to pay for.

The three members of the family sit down on the blanket. Mao sat on Kuro's lap as the three faced forward. "Look up, little warrior. Do you see them? It's beginning."

"Where... oh - a flying...! Uh..."

"This is what you call a meteor shower, bub."

The family of three sit in amazement; pointing out any of the meteors to Mao most of the time.

("Papa! Mama! Over there, they look just like us!" Mao points to a trail of three meteors that flew down in synchronisation with one another. The middle one was tiny compared to the two on its sides.)

("That one is going so fast... woah.")

("It's Mama's biscuit! The... the star! The shape of it!")

Eventually, the shower was over, and the sky was beyond dark, just like the rest of the world.

"Madara..." Kuro calls out, causing the brunette to pay attention to him after his call whilst he packed the stuff away. Plenty of the biscuits and other food that was packed had been mostly eaten. Only a few half eaten pieces have been left to crumble inside the carrier.

Kuro knocks his head down to his arms where the young Mao sat, resting his head on Kuro's shoulder, his eyes closed as a few soft snores left from him. A smile reached the child's expression whilst he slept. "We did it."

"I'm glad... Happy New Year, Maobub. Kuro." Madara leaned over Mao, giving a soft kiss on Mao's forehead and doing the same to Kuro afterwards but on the lips.