Levi was already awake. Not because he wanted to be, but because the brat was poking his face.

"Papa," Yuna whispered. "Wake up."

He cracked one eye open. "Go back to sleep."

"Tuna wake up."

Levi exhaled sharply through his nose. Right. She was a kid. And kids were annoying.

With a groan, he sat up, rubbing a hand down his face. The other two idiots were still asleep—Isabel was now half on the floor, half on the couch, and Furlan looked way too peaceful for someone who was supposed to be helping.

Fine. If he was awake, everyone else would be too.

"Oi, get up," Levi muttered, kicking Isabel's leg lightly. "You two need to learn this too."

"Learn what—" Isabel yawned, still half-asleep.

"Hygiene," Levi deadpanned. "You, me, and godfather over there need to make sure the brat learns it right."

Yuna tilted her head. "What's hygiene?"

Levi lifted her up effortlessly. "Come. You'll see."

Inside the bathroom, Levi pointed to the sink. "Step one: Tuna wake up. Tuna brush."

Yuna blinked up at him. "Brush?"

Levi pulled out her tiny toothbrush—one of the things he had picked out himself. He put a tiny bit of toothpaste on it. "You do this every morning. No skipping."

Yuna reached for it—and immediately tried to eat the toothpaste off the brush.

Levi caught her wrist. "No."

She stared at him.

Furlan and Isabel were laughing behind them.

Levi sighed, crouching to her level. "Watch. You brush. Like this." He demonstrated, brushing his own teeth.

Yuna copied him, but not before giving the toothpaste one last suspicious look.

Step one? Success.

Next came washing her face.

"Step two," Levi said, turning on the tap. "Tuna wash face."

Yuna scooped up water in her tiny hands—and threw it on her face with too much force.

She gasped. "Papa, tuna drown."

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're fine. Do it again. Slowly."

She tried again. This time, it worked.

"What are yuna's morning steps?" He asked, crossing his arms. Hoping brat understands what he taught. 

"Tuna wake up! Tuna brush! Tuna wash face! Clean tuna gets food" he patted her head at the answer. 

Brainwashing successful. He means..the lesson. 

"Good," Levi muttered, handing her a towel. "Last step."

"Tuna gets food?" Yuna asked hopefully.

Levi nodded. "Yeah."

She grinned.

Lesson complete.

The morning sun filtered through the thin curtains of Levi's apartment, casting a soft glow over the slightly chaotic breakfast scene. Yuna, seated in her high chair, had somehow managed to get more food on herself than in her mouth. Oatmeal clung to her chubby cheeks, and there was a suspicious smear of jam on her tiny fist. Levi sighed as he wiped her face with a napkin, only for her to wiggle and turn away.

"Messy eater," Furlan snickered, casually sipping his coffee at the table. "Wonder where she gets it from?"

"Not me," Levi deadpanned.

"Mm, definitely not you," Isabel grinned, stuffing toast into her mouth. "You're all about neat freakery and discipline. Meanwhile, your kid's a whole disaster zone."

As if to prove her point, Yuna suddenly grabbed Levi's teacup—thankfully empty—and declared with utmost seriousness, "Tea."

Levi raised a brow. "What?"

"Tea." Yuna pointed at the teapot in the center of the table, then to herself. "Papa tea. Kiki tea. Gramp tea. Tuna tea."

Furlan nearly choked on his coffee. "Ohhh, she's learning fast."

Levi exhaled, setting his cup down. "You're not drinking tea, brat. You're still a baby."

Yuna pouted. "Not baby. Tuna big."

"You're one and a half," Levi reminded her.

"One and a half big," she insisted, nodding firmly.

Isabel was shaking with laughter, while Furlan grinned like a proud uncle. "She's got a point. You always say size doesn't matter."

Before Levi could retaliate, Yuna pointed a sticky finger at him. "Hypo—hypo—"

A pause.

Furlan's smirk widened. "Oh, is she trying to say hypocrite?"

Levi's glare could've incinerated him on the spot.

Before things could escalate, Kuchel entered the kitchen, giving them all a pointed look. "I hope no one's using bad words in front of my granddaughter."

Silence.

Then Yuna beamed up at her grandmother. "Gramp! Furlan freeload. Isabel freeload."

A stunned beat.

Kuchel turned to Levi with a raised eyebrow. "Levi."

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose. "Don't look at me. She picks things up on her own."

Yuna, clearly pleased with herself, grabbed a spoon and waved it in the air. "Yuna big. Tuna tea. Freeloaders."

Furlan and Isabel lost it.

Levi sighed. Another long day ahead.

A/n : I shall declare this writing style as lazy. I just want to keep it simple and funny.