A/N: Keeping the timelines vague, this piece should set be on the first year Micchi stayed with Takatora in Zawame. Been a while since I wrote things with heavy Japanese setting (like with normal everyday life and stuff) so I might be off on stuff. Don't mind~
Nerves
By Izzu
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Takatora looked up from his desk as he noted that Mitsuzane still remained quiet. He was holding an envelope. Was it from school? But if it was from school—there shouldn't be a problem isn't it? And Mitsuzane's not the type to create trouble so any letter from school shouldn't be about any disciplinary actions...
Yet...
... there's something troubling his little angel.
This won't do.
"Mitsuzane? What's wrong? You're here for a reason... right?" he asked as Mitsuzane lowered his head. No answer as he waited patiently. Eventually, the kid moved and gave him the envelope that he had been holding. Takatora frowned as he opened the envelope and read the letter inside.
He raised his brows as Takatora finished reading.
"PTA meeting? This Friday?"
Mitsuzane nodded slowly. Takatora sighed.
"So what's the problem?"
Mitsuzane looked up.
"Well..." the small voice spoke up, "... it IS a Parent-Teacher Association meeting. And father..."
Takatora smiled. "Was that what you were worrying about? I'll come over then. After all... father did assign me as your guardian. That was one of the conditions he gave me in order to allow you to live with me here in Zawame."
"But you're always busy with work... after all..."
Takatora snorted. "And was that even a problem? I am the head here at the Zawame branch so I can certainly make time to do things. I'll just clear the activities on that day and reschedule everything later. Nothing's more important than you, and I'm not going to let you be left alone while other kids have their parents coming for the PTA meet."
"Okay... I guess. Thank you... nii-san."
Takatora sighed again as he walked over to his little brother, pulling him close.
"There... you don't have to look so troubled. This is nothing."
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No, it's not!
Takatora stared at his reflection grimly as he contemplated his attire. Should he wear the tie? He usually don't... but this is the Kureshima reputation's at hand after all. He have to give the best impressions! Should he just go with this shirt... or this other one? Should he comb his hair back—if it was even possible—or just leave it messy...
He rolled his eyes off at the mirror.
To think it's been a while since he felt this nervous.
Silly Takatora... this is just the first PTA meeting. There will be MORE to come... you can't ALWAYS be nervous like this ALL the time!
At times he wondered if he was really up to this... being a guardian thing.
The door suddenly slammed open as Mitsuzane barged in.
"Nii-san! What're you still doing here? Come on... we'll be late!" cried Mitsuzane as he was dragged out of the room.
Well... if it meant he could make this kid happy...