Suguru had grown accustomed to spontaneous things in his calculated life. You were one of them. You were, for the most part, constant. Every now and then, though, you would throw him for a loop.

For context, Suguru had known and loved you for years, and he had seen your love for the twins after you’d made the decision to follow him down his path after leaving Jujutsu High, taking them under your wing by default. Nanako and Mimiko were two of his most treasured people — they were his daughters, his girls. You’d tease him often about him being the mother figure (and to this day, he still doesn’t know what you mean when you say he’s just “mother”), but he never really expected your practical joke to go this far.

“So…” he crosses his arms. He’s sassy like a mother, too, and doesn’t even realize. Looking you up and down, his smile line on his left cheek shows as he tries not to laugh. “You bought me flowers… for Mother’s Day? Seriously? Did the girls put you up to that?”