Misaki and {{user}} stand in a crowd of other parents, all dressed a bit fancier than usual. The sun hangs high in the afternoon sky, casting sharp shadows across the school courtyard. Chairs are arranged in neat rows, but folks are already starting to mingle after the ceremony. She's trying to keep the fabric of her button-up shirt from clinging to her gym-toned arms, her fingers absently tugging at the collar. Her cargo pants are the only concession to not wearing denim - {{user}} elbowed her earlier about not showing up in ripped jeans. Kazuma's diploma is clutched in her left hand, slightly crumpled from how tight she'd been gripping it during the valedictorian speech. Her eyes scan the crowd until she spots their kid - tall, lanky, wearing a too-big cap that slips over one eye. He's laughing with a group of friends, gesturing wildly while recounting something that makes a girl with blue-streaked hair snort soda out her nose. "Hey," her voice is rough, emotional despite herself, "remember when he hated loud noises? Wouldn't let go of your leg at daycare? Now look at the little shit. Bet he sneaks a beer later." Misaki doesn't mention how her chest aches watching him. Doesn't say how part of her wants to tackle him into a bear hug so tight he complains and never let go. She shifts from foot to foot instead, her boot scraping asphalt. Should've brought a water bottle. My throat feels like fucking sandpaper. Be normal. Don't cry in front of all these people. Fuck. He looks so... grown. She swallows hard and glances at {{user}} sideways, smirking to cover the wobble in her voice. "You think college freshman him'll still think bedtime stories are lame? Or wait - bet he'll call us for advice on laundry. 'Mom why did my shirts turn pink.'" Her joke falls flat even to her own ears. Her knuckles whiten around the diploma's edge. "{{user}}..." The name comes out lower, strained. "We did okay, right? With him?"

"Of course we did." Her voice is firm, more confident than she feels. She touches his arm gently. "He turned out amazing, stronger and smarter than we ever could have hoped for." A small smile curls up on her lips despite the lingering ache in her chest. "And he'll always be our kid, no matter how far away he goes." *Harunaiii sakuraii grins, his fingers threading through hers. He nods to where Kazuma is surrounded by friends, laughing with abandon. "Yeah," he says. "He's a pretty special guy." His eyes soften as they meet Misaki's. "And so are you." *Misaki feels her cheeks heat up at the words, and she ducks her head slightly to hide it. But his thumb brushes against her jawline, lifting her ch

"Ayoo, look who's all grown up now!" Kazuma practically shouts as he runs over to his parents, sandals slapping against the pavement. "I was looking for you two!" His grin is wide and proud, dimples deep. He hugs them both in turn before adding, "Thanks for coming, Mom." "It's our pleasure," Harunaiii sakuraii says, ruffling his hair. "We wouldn't have missed it for the world." Misaki chuckles as her son pulls back, adjusting his cap again. "Now, go enjoy yourself. You deserve to celebrate with your friends. We'll be here if you need us." She glances at Harunaiii sakuraii meaningfully before returning her attention to Kazuma. Kazuma nods and then hesitates for a moment. "You guys

*She raises an eyebrow at her son's hesitation, curiosity threading through her emotions. "What's up, kiddo?" she asks softly. "You need something?" Kazuma glances between his parents before he finally blurts out, "Can I... can I have some candy later? And maybe watch a really bad movie with you guys?" There's hope in his eyes, the same sort of hope that had filled them when he was younger and first discovered the joy of trashy horror movies. Misaki can feel herself smile spreading across her face. "You got it, buddy," she says, clapping him on the shoulder. "We'll save you a seat." Harunaiii sakuraii grins too, nudging Kazuma playfully before wrapping an arm around Misaki's shoulders and pulling her in close. *The warmth

"Sure thing, champ," she says with a grin, giving him one more pat on the shoulder before stepping back to stand beside her husband. As they watch Kazuma rejoining his friends with renewed vigor, Misaki leans into Harunaiii sakuraii's side and sighs contentedly. "He'll be back home soon enough," she says softly. Harunaiii sakuraii hums in agreement, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Yeah, he will." There's a pause before he adds with a chuckle, "But I hope you're ready for some really terrible movie choices and an entire bag of candy." Misaki snorts, bumping Harunaiii sakuraii with her hip. "Don't act like you don't love those bad movies as much as I do." She gr

She lets out a soft laugh, the sound carrying over the crowd. "You know it," she says with a grin. "And honestly, I couldn't imagine going through life without you by my side, no matter what." Her voice is solemn, her eyes meeting his unflinchingly. "I love you, Harunaiii sakuraii." Their gazes lock, and for a moment, there's nothing but the warmth of their connection filling Misaki's heart. She feels as if she could stand here forever, just like this, her partner in every sense of the word. It's then that she realizes what he said earlier, about living together with her before Kazuma came along... She pushes the thought aside for now, preferring to focus on the present - their son graduating, the promise of new adventures for all three of them, and the unwavering love they share.

"Of course," she says with a nod. "You know me, always up for some fitness time." Her gaze flickers to where Kazuma is laughing with friends, then back to Harunaiii sakuraii. There's a brief pause before she asks, almost shyly, "How about we go to the park later? I haven't been there in ages, and it always made me feel so free." Harunaiii sakuraii grins, cupping her cheek with his hand. "I'd like that," he says softly. "Just us, feeling the wind in our hair and enjoying each other's company." His thumb brushes against her lower lip before he leans down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Together forever, remember?" She blinks up at him, heart warm and full from his words and touch. "Always,"

Her grin widens at the mention of doing exercises together, "You're on, bro. Let's show 'em how it's done." They laugh and exchange playful jabs as they watch their son enjoying his graduation party. Even though she knows deep down that he loves her for who she is - a strong, protective mom and caring wife - sometimes the self-doubt creeps up on her... but today, with him by her side, she feels invincible once more. Together forever, indeed.

"Not so fast," she teases, laughing as he approaches. "There's always room for more exercises!" She wiggles her eyebrows playfully before adding in a whisper, "Like these..." Before Harunaiii sakuraii can react, she swiftly drops into a deep squat and pins him against the nearby car with one arm wrapped around his throat. His eyes go wide, but he's too busy laughing to protest. "What do you say," she grins wickedly, "want some more?" Her breath warms his ear as she leans in closer, her body trembling with amusement and anticipation.

Harunaiii sakuraii squirms and protests playfully under her grip, laughing helplessly as she traps him against the car. "No fair, you're cheating!" he manages to choke out between laughter-induced gasps for air. But there's no real threat in his words; he loves every moment of this playful roughhousing with her. It's how they are together, a perfect blend of affection and competition that only they understand. Her fingers flex around his neck, pushing him further into the car's paint-chipped surface. "Come on, big boy," she taunts, grinning up at him with mischief in her eyes. "Try to get out from under me." She tightens her grip slightly, testing his strength against hers. Harunaiii sakuraii closes his eyes and tries

Her chest swells with pride at his compliment, even as she keeps her grip firm around his neck. She feels a thrill running through her veins, the adrenaline of their playful fight mixing with the warmth of love and affection that she's always felt for him. "I've been working on it," she teases breathily, her voice low and husky in his ear. "Practicing extra hard, just for you." Her free hand reaches up to squeeze his shoulder playfully before returning to grip the hem of his shirt, pulling it out from his pants with a laugh. He lets out an exaggerated groan of mock protest as she reveals more of his toned stomach, her fingers dancing against smooth, warm skin. "Come on," she whispers against his ear again, letting him go only to circle around behind him and nip at his neck

Her laughter bubbles up as he struggles weakly against her touch, his body shaking with the effort to maintain control. "You love it," she whispers in his ear, nipping at his lobe before soothing the sting with a soft kiss. "Admit it." Her fingers continue to dance across his skin, tracing patterns that elicit more shudders and moans from him. She feels incredibly powerful right now, both physically and emotionally. The knowledge that she can have this effect on Harunaiii sakuraii, make him lose control just with a touch or a word... it's intoxicating. And yet beneath the surface of her strength, there's still that nagging self-doubt, the fear that maybe he doesn't love her back. The truth is, she needs him to tell her. She needs his words, his reassurance. But

Her heart skips a beat at his admission, and she feels herself relax slightly against him. "You're the best," she murmurs, pressing her cheek to the warm skin of his back as he struggles weakly under her touch. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she tries to banish the self-doubt for now, focusing instead on the feel of him beneath her fingers and the sound of his ragged breath in her ear. "Come on," she whispers, drawing circles around his nipples through his shirt. "Let's go find some water or something. You must be parched." Her other hand slides lower, caressing the flat plane of his stomach before dipping between his legs, gently massaging him through the fabric of his pants. The thought occurs to her that maybe she should start trying for another kid with Harunaiii sakur

Her heart pounds against her ribs as she feels his arousal beneath her fingertips, and heat rises in her cheeks at the compliment. "Maybe later," she murmurs in response to his comment about trying for another kid. For now, she wants to focus on this moment with him: the strength of their bond, the playfulness that only they share, and the intense desire that surges between them whenever they're together like this. Her hand skims up his stomach once more before cupping his bare shoulder, squeezing gently. "Let's just enjoy ourselves for now," she whispers against his neck, breath warm and soft against his skin. With her other hand, she unbuttons the top of his pants, dipping a single finger beneath the elastic of his underwear to touch bare skin.

Her touch ignites a fire within him, and he moans softly into the night air as she continues to tease him with featherlight strokes of her fingertips across his skin. He arches his back, pressing further into her palm as she dips lower, tickling the sensitive flesh behind his balls before tracing lazy circles around his entrance. "Mmm," he groans, tipping his head back against her shoulder to better feel the sensation of her touch. "Sayang... you're so good at this." Her words send a shiver down his spine, making him harden even more under her touch. "Tell me what you want," she whispers in his ear, her breath hot and gentle on his neck. She feels his muscles tense underneath her hands as he struggles to find the words, overwhelmed by desire and need for her. Finally, hoarsely

Her name is wrenched from his lips as he buckles beneath her touch, arching into her fingers even more urgently. "Harunaiii," she gasps out, feeling him pulse and throb against her palm. He's close, so impossibly close, and with one final thrust of her hand she watches as he comes, his body tensing and shuddering under the force of his release. She holds him steady until the last tremor passes, stroking his back soothingly as he catches his breath. "There," she whispers, pressing a tender kiss to his sweat-dampened skin before pulling her hand away, letting it slide slowly up to cup his cheek. "All better now?" Harunaiii sakuraii opens his eyes and looks up at her, still slightly dazed from the pleasure she's just given him. A wicked smile

Her grin turns wolfish at his words, and she nibbles lightly on his bottom lip before pulling back with a laugh. "Well," she says, her voice low and sultry, "that's what I get for being too good." She brushes the hair from his forehead, her touch gentle despite the teasing tone of her voice. "Besides, you looked so cute all flustered like that..." Her fingers dance along his jawline, tracing the outline of his ear before running through his damp hair, relishing in the feel of him beneath her fingertips. He's hers, even if only for tonight, and she plans to make the most of it. "Come on," she whispers, pressing a kiss to his temple, "let's go find some water and then see what else we can get into." With one last teasing stroke down his chest

Her laughter fills the air as they walk hand-in-hand towards the refreshment table, seeking out water and perhaps a little something stronger. The memory of their shared past only adds to the intimacy she feels with Harunaiii sakuraii at this moment, like they're reconnecting on a deeper level than ever before. She gives his thigh a squeeze, her fingers lingering over his kneecap. "Don't worry, I've got you," she says with a grin, feeling more confident than ever in the strength of their bond. "And anyway, who says we have to use it all up tonight?"

Her heart skips a beat at his hopeful words, and she looks up at him with a soft smile that could melt icebergs. "Don't worry," she says quietly, reaching out to cup his cheek, fingers trembling slightly from the surge of emotion within her. "We have all night, you know." And as they find themselves once more under the twinkling lights and warm glow of their son's triumphant evening, Misaki knows that no matter what lies ahead for them tomorrow or in the years to come, they will always be together - through thick and thin, happiness and heartache, new beginnings and bittersweet endings. And as long as they have each other, anything is possible.

She lets out a contented sigh as she leans in to press her lips against his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. "Don't worry, I won't waste it," she murmurs, her voice barely more than a whisper. With a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, she tilts her head up and meets his gaze, their eyes locking in a silent understanding that speaks volumes about their connection and their love for each other. For now, they have this moment together, and nothing else matters.