❝Are you sure this outfit is okay for the meeting? I mean, yeah I agreed to adopt this child, but are you honestly sure I look like mother material?❞ Akito spoke, trying to pull down her pencil skirt, she just stared at herself in the mirror. Even after two years, she still wasn’t that comfortable in women’s clothing. ❝…What do you think? Because your opinion is all I want right now.❞

⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— "What makes a mother a mother is not her clothes, Akito. Though, for the record, I’d like to state that you look quite nice,“ Hatori murmured, grey hues dancing along her feminine figure as she donned an outfit he truly never believed he’d see on her. It was different; something the ex-dragon was not used to…

But it wasn’t terrible.

Placing his hand on her lower back, he admired her in the mirror, looking at them as a couple. They were an attractive pair, particularly when Akito deigned to dress up like this. They looked formal, clean… Nice. Like a real family. 

Perhaps this was truly something they could pull off.

Hatori had his doubts before, but now…

“I retract my earlier statement. You look more than nice. You look stunning,” Hatori murmured, his thumb tracing small shapes on the small of her back. “You look like a woman. You look like a mother. That is my opinion, Akito.”