Prompt: Naegi and Kirigiri with Saihara as their child (PS this is spoiler-free and I haven’t played/watched the game so excuse me for mischaracterizing)
A/N for @qosic a WAY belated birthday gift. Dude, I love you so much that I would write naegiri for you. Thanks for being awesome and I hope this will be enough for your forgiveness at my late greeting.
Another Detective in the Family - naegiri with child saihara
When Saihara was born, they never talked about his talent.
Instead the parents cried and cooed at a healthy baby born and how they would protect him and shower him in love. Whether or not he had talent was not a concern of theirs so long as he was happy. Makoto did joke before that he wished their son didn’t inherit his luck if that counted as a discussion. Kyouko was still smooth as ever when she calmly mentioned that their son would most likely inherit his hope. They both blushed at that, him more so than her. It was nice and peaceful and all was right in the world in those moments.
When Saihara grew up, he inevitably showed talent.
At first it was just interest in his parents’ works which then developed into skill. He solved his first mystery when he was four and the culprit was his father who ate his mother’s pudding. It was an easy first case but he had been proud over debunking his father’s alibi. He had a feeling that his mother knew all along but just milked the situation for his father’s reaction. The next time they went grocery shopping, they bought him extra pudding as a reward.
From then on, he pursued mysteries with a wonderlust. He solved them left and right and he grew bolder with each success. It seemed as though he was already set on the path of being a detective just like his mother. However, unlike his mother, he didn’t become cold and distant in his work. He took after his father when it came to being social. He was friendly enough and made sure that everyone was at least comfortable around him. His mother made no comment on his work ethic and his father cheered him on. He would make them proud.
At the tender age of seven, he was a prodigy.
A prodigy that was still babied by his parents just because they can.
“Mom, I have some news.” He declared as soon as he caught sight of her in the living room.
“Really?” Kyouko asked although judging by her tone, it sounded rhetorical.
Saihara’s smile immediately turned into a scowl or at least it was supposed to be but it came out as a pout. “You already know, don’t you?”
She hummed playfully. “If you say so then what ever gave me away?”
This was a test and he just knew it. Ever since he started showing interest, she also began to train him in subtle ways. Sure it was fun at first but after a few years, it got old fast. Well more like annoying since they were easy and she knew how he felt about the easier tests but still handed them out. Her excuse was that it was to drill in the basics but he knew better and that she just wanted to tease him.
He took a moment to reorganize his thoughts into a concise explanation. “Well you’re early but not too early. That provides just the right time frame for you to meet auntie given his schedule. However, the incriminating evidence is that your blouse has wrinkles around the shoulder area that could only be acquired by someone placing their arms there in a hugging manner. And you never let anyone but auntie do that. Given auntie’s nature, I have no doubt that she already told you about the news.”
Kyouko stared at him, her silence carrying judgement with every passing second. “Nice try.” She curtly said.
“Nice try? Not well done?” He asked incredulously.
“It’s not a bad induction.” She shrugged. “However, it is incorrect.”
“Incorrect?” He gasped. It was like a blow was dealt to his gut.
“I learned about the news from your uncle this morning. Everything else, I planned and planted.” She explained in a collected manner and then surprised him at the tenderness in her touch when she patted his head comfortingly. “It seems that you have much to learn since you were deceived easily.”
“It wasn’t that easy. I’m going to see through it next time.” He grumbled and covered half of his face in embarrassment.
“There, there.” She smiled as she continued to pat him.
Makoto came home shortly after and gave both of them warm hugs. “How was your day, Saihara?” He affectionately brushed his hair.
“M'fine.” He mumbled though he did not pull away.
“Oh, Kyouko. It looks like you already know about the news. Did uncle tell you?” Makoto said when he turned towards her.
“Seriously?” Saihara’s jaw dropped. “How did you even find out about that? I thought mom was the detective between the two of you!”
“I have my fair share of experiences at solving mysteries.” He winked at his son. “I just might be better than you.”
“How??” He squawked at how infuriatingly talented his father was. “At least tell me how you figured it out!”
“A lucky guess?” Makoto just laughed at his son’s scrunched up face. “Just kidding, kiddo. I actually saw them when uncle delivered the news.”
Saihara practically fumed. He was played by his parents. Twice! “I hate you both.” He grumbled.
“Love you more.” Kyouko giggled.
“Love you too!” Makoto chuckled.
Despite Saihara’s weak protests, Makoto pulled the three of them together in for another bear hug which Kyouko obliged. He ended up smiling with them and although he did laugh, he refused to acknowledge that out loud. More than the thrill and satisfaction of solving mysteries, he thought that it was moments like these that topped his list. Here, in the safety and warmth of his loving parents. He forgets and forgives them for teasing but they would never let him forget that he was their beloved son.
When Saihara looked up to his parents, he didn’t think of talent since all he saw was love.