Luka turned the key and opened the door to her apartment. She closed the door behind her as she heard rushed footsteps from the hallway. A little girl not older than 7 with pink hair identical to Luka's own ran up to her and gave Luka the biggest smile she could muster.

"Welcome back!"

Luka responded with a small smile. "..I'm home," Luka knelt down to the same eye level as the girl and put a hand on her head.

"How was school?"

The girl reached into her pocket and took out what seemed to be a crumpled up piece of pink construction paper with pink glitters on them. "I made this in art class!" Her smile then turned into a frown. "...But it got all crumpled up when I put it in my pocket."

Luka raised a brow. "Why'd you put it in your pocket then, kiddo?"

The little girl's smile immediately returned. "I wanted to surprise you!"

"Surprise me? Wouldn't putting it in your bag be the same thing? Also, if you put it in your bag, it wouldn't get crumpled."

The girl pouted. "Then I'd have to run all the way to my room and back again? That's too much work." The little girl grinned. "And, besides, this is much more fun!"

"...So getting your artwork crumpled is 'much more fun'?" Luka muttered under her breath. The little girl then literally shoved the thing into her hands making her almost fall on the ground.

"Come on! Open it! Open it!"

I honestly don't know where she gets her energy from. But it's a nice change from those judgemental assholes in that prison called a school.

Luka's lips twitched upward a bit. "Alright, alright," She smoothened the paper out and saw a drawing with words written at the bottom. The drawing was of two stick figures, one taller than the other, both with pink hair (Though the pink didn't stand out much because the background was already pink, Luka saw it anyway), holding hands and smiling. The handwriting at the bottom read: "Luka-nee is the bestest big sistur evar!"

Despite the obvious spelling errors and almost illegible handwriting, as well as the stick figure drawings, Luka couldn't help but smile a genuine smile.

She's the reason I'm still alive. She's the only one that keeps me grounded and stops me from spiralling into insanity.

Luka got up from her kneeling position and headed for the kitchen, the paper still clutched in her hand.

The little girl followed Luka into the kitchen and saw her pinning the crumpled piece of construction paper to the fridge using a magnet. The girl's face immediately lit up and she had a smile that reached from ear to ear as she ran to Luka who was just finishing pinning the paper. Luka turned around and lifted the girl up, spinning her around. The little girl laughed, happiness evident on her face. Once Luka's arms got tired, she set the girl down on a stool by the counter.

"So, you hungry, kiddo?"

The little girl nodded her head, the smile not once leaving her face. "Uhuh!" Luka walked over to the kitchen. The little girl hastily climbed up to one of the chairs by the counter and sat down on said chair. Luka put on an apron and opened the fridge to look for ingredients.

"Mika, what did you want for dinner?"