Mama! Reader x Child! Homeless! Nagisa (Chapter 2)

With a small sneeze, Nagisa awoke from his deep slumber. His dark pink eyes scanned the room to find that (Name) or his now named, Mama, was nowhere in sight. Fearing that she had left him, he began to cry. Truly, (Name) was in the kitchen cooking. She heard her newfound son’s cries and immediately turned off the stove. She ran to her room and incased the small blonde in a comforting hug. His immediate response was hugging back while his tears turned into sniffles. “What’s wrong Nagi-kun?”

He sniffled and buried his face in her chest. “Y-you weren’t here a-and I got scared,” he mumbled.

(Name) giggled slightly and petted his hair. “I was just in the kitchen,” she picked him up, “I was making you some breakfast.”

He nodded into her chest causing her to giggle again and carry him to the kitchen. Setting him down in the chair in front of the counter, she walked around to the cooking part of it. She took out a plate and placed two pancakes on it. Nagisa watched with admiration as she cut a strawberry into a rose. (Name) placed it in the center of the top pancake, atop the maple syrup she had poured on moments before.

She slowly placed the plate in front of the pink-eyed blonde. His lips spread into a smile at the gaze of food. (Name) giggled and held a fork out to him. Nagisa’s small hand took hold of the silver fork before being dived into the pancake mound. (Name) watched with a smile as he ate the pancakes. He loved the taste and it seemed to melt into his mouth.

Once Nagisa had finished, his face was stickily covered in syrup. Even his small white shirt was covered in the sticky stuff. The older female giggled and picked him up. “I think it’s time for a bath, Nagi-chan,” she said.

Walking to her bathroom, she placed him down and rid of his shirt. She started the water and Nagisa began to whimper. Water scared him. Mainly since his whole life- well, of what he could remember- water was cold and stung on his skin. She kissed his forehead, “It won’t hurt you. It’s just water.”

(Name) removed him of his shorts and underwear, being extra cautious to not look “there”. She ever so slowly lowered him into the tub. Nagisa was very suspicious of the water he now sat in. It was warm and he liked the feel of it. It didn’t sting, more along the lines of releasing all his troubles of the past.

His concentrated thoughts were closed when he felt something soft rub a little against his cheek. He looked to find (Name) with a small white cloth in her hand. She smiled and rubbed the syrup off his face slowly. He giggled at the feel. The small giggle caused her to smile more.

After another half an hour of Nagisa getting clean and playing in the water, (Name) had lifted him out and wrapped him up in a white towel. “Just stand here for a minute while I put your clothes in the washer,” she said, picking up his clothes and walking out of the bathroom.

Nagisa did as she said, standing as still and as quiet as he could. Suddenly a large door slam made him squeak. “I’m home,” a voice said.

The voice was deep, signaling a male, and just the tone made Nagisa start to shake. He heard strong footsteps toward the bathroom and Nagisa squeaked more in fear. The bathroom door opened to find a tall male, about five feet taller than the two and a half foot child. He had white hair but black ends to show it was dyed. His eyes were a bright red and were narrowed to a glare at Nagisa. He was young looking, early twenties possibly.

(Name) soon entered with a long blue shirt and put it over Nagisa’s head, putting it on him. “Welcome home, Haru,” she greeted the male.

“Who is this?” the man now named Haru said with a small glare still present.

(Name) picked up Nagisa and held him close. Her hold almost was protective and the look in her eyes was slight fear. “This is Nagisa,” she introduced, “Remember the child I saw a few weeks ago in the alley? This is he.”

Nagisa blinked and looked up at her. She had seen him before? Haru’s glare dulled slightly but was still present. “Why is he here?”

“I thought he could live here, with us. Since…” she trailed off.

Haru looked away and nodded, “Very well.”

He looked back forward and held a hand out to Nagisa, “I’m Haru. Call me whatever.”

The small boy smiled and shook his hand, “Okay Papa!”

(Name) giggled at the response while Haru just sighed.