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Frankly, Yanna hasn’t even glanced at the calendar these days. She’s more preoccupied with everything else going on in her life, these days she’s either kicking a supervillain in the face or she’s accidentally setting something on fire.
It depends on her mood, really.
But either way, she’s sitting in the living room, watching the TV with Phineas and Ferb on. She sits on the floor, rather than the couch with Ann, legs crossed as she stares up at the television.
Ann hums as she looks through her phone, curled up on the couch. “So, Yanna, what’re you planning for later on this week?” She asks, smiling at her phone.
Yanna takes a moment to process that question, pulling her attention away from the TV. “I dunno, whatever your guys' schedule allows me to do. I kinda wanna visit the diner tomorrow, maybe.”
“Wait, you’re not going to do anything for Hosuh this weekend?” Ann looks up from her phone, face confused.
Yanna turns to her, frowning. “Huh?” What’s this weekend? Oh no, is it Hosuh’s birthday?
Ann answers her before she starts to internally panic over not having a gift for Hosuh’s birthday.
“Father’s day! You always call him dad, I thought you were going to do something for him, or, something.” Ann laughs, waving a hand.
Yanna blinks at Ann, once, twice.
Then she jumps up from the ground, landing onto the couch next to Ann as Ann screams, startled.
“Wait, Father’s Day is coming up?!” Yanna asks, hitting her hands to her face.
Ann stalls for a moment but gathers herself. “Yeah! This weekend actually.” She smiles, leaning back. “You’re going to plan something?” She asks, but Yanna is already miles away in her own head.
Hosuh isn’t technically her dad, but she does call him dad really often and he doesn’t seem to mind, and instead acts like her dad a lot of the time, so really, she oughta do something nice. All or nothing, she’s gotta commit.
“I need to get him something! Or make a card? No, wait-okay!” Yanna jumps off the couch, running to her room, leaving Ann in confusion.
Ann just shrugs to herself, knowing that it’ll be cute.
Yanna runs off to her room, practically throwing herself at her desk and grabbing a bunch of things from her drawers and piling them onto her bed. Markers, pencils, paper.
She grabs her phone from her pocket and searches on Google. Yeah, Father’s day is coming up. She has like three days, which should probably be enough. She glances at the things on her bed. Shouldn’t be hard to make something nice.
Although, just a card would be kinda boring.
An idea pops into her head and she sits down on her bed, pushing the stuff to the side. She looks through her camera roll, searching for just the right picture.
---
The next day, Jay is left in charge of “Yanna duty” as everyone puts it.
He just takes a nap in his room, hoping Phineas and Ferb will keep Yanna from causing any general chaos.
Unfortunately, no, and she ends up slamming his door open, running inside as Jay debates flinging a pillow at her head.
“Jay!” She yells, phone in hand as she jumps on top of his bed, and also on his leg.
“Ow, ow, what?!” Jay pulls his leg out from under the covers, frowning at her.
“Okay, I need you to do something, pretty please, I’ll leave you alone for like, 20 minutes if you-” She taps at her phone, not looking up at him.
“Did we run out of poptarts or something? I don’t care how bad you’re craving them, I’m not going to go-” Jay flinches back as Yanna suddenly shoves her phone in his face, her expression determined.
“I need you to print this photo out!” She says, and Jay takes the phone from her, looking at said photo.
“Okay...why?” Jay raises an eyebrow at her.
Yanna is quiet for a moment, seeming to argue with herself over explaining, but eventually just says- “Father’s day is coming up.”
Well, that explains it. It clicks in Jay’s head in a second, this is obviously for Hosuh. He grins, snorting, then going into a full laugh.
“Hey! Are you going to do it or not?” Yanna frowns, crossing her arms.
Jay holds a hand up, giggling again. “No, okay, fine, let’s go.” He gets up, going to pull on his shoes. “Hosuh is going to love this, I’m sure.”
Yanna squints at him. “It’s a surprise.” Her squint turns into more of a glare.
“Okay.” Jay smiles, walking out of his room with her phone.
“You better not tell!”
“Oh, I won’t!”
“Really!” Yanna insists, even as they’re going out the door. “It’s a surprise!”
---
They get the photo printed out, along with a nice picture frame that Yanna specifically picked out. Just this once, Jay paid for it without complaint, still occasionally laughing and ignoring Yanna’s glaring.
Either way, Yanna gets her photo, and she hides it under her bed, smiling to herself.
---
She goes after Stephen while he’s walking in the hallway. Thankfully, Hosuh is out at work, so she doesn’t have to sneak around as much.
Stephen is just strolling along, on his phone, when Yanna suddenly pops up right in front of him, blocking his path.
"I need your help!" Yanna yells, Stephen screaming high pitched and jumping back.
"Fuck! Oh wait, Yanna." He holds a hand to his heart, sighing. "Can you not!?"
"Psh." Yanna waves a hand, rolling her eyes. "I just wanted to ask a question."
"So you come out of nowhere and yell?!" Stephen yells.
"I got your attention, didn't I?!" Yanna throws her hands up. "Anyway, what's Hosuh's favorite color?"
Stephen squints at her. "...what?"
"What's. Hosuh’s. Favorite color?! Simple question!”
"Why do you need his favorite color?" Stephen deadpanned, then squawks as Yanna smacks his phone out of his hand, ignoring his “HEY!”
“I’m making a card for him, so I wanna use his favorite colors for it.” Yanna puts her hands on her hips, grinning.
Stephen gives her a bored stare, frowning. “Blue and greyyy, but-”
“Cool thanks!” And she pushes past him, running to her room.
Stephen just stands there for a moment, hands raised with maximum offense. Then he scoffs to himself, picking up his phone from the ground and walking to the living room.
Meanwhile, Yanna leaps onto her bed, grabbing some appropriately colored markers. Oh, this is going to look fantastic .
She ends up redoing the card three times, but the last result ends out nicely and she shoves it under her bed with the picture frame, which she had put into a little cardboard box Ann had given her.
Yanna frowns at the box. She needs to wrap this, doesn’t she? Wait, do they even have wrapping paper in the apartment?
She hears Hosuh come in through the front door, saying his greetings to Stephen and she decides that’s a problem for tomorrow and frantically shoves it back under her bed.
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Yanna ends up procrastinating on the gift all the way until night, which is exactly when Dan finds her in the kitchen, standing on the counter while rummaging through the top counters.
“Yanna!” Dan yells, Yanna turning her head to him.
“Oh Dan! Sup. Do you know if we have any scissors around here? The ones I found don’t really cut.” She says, knocking something over in the cabinet. “Or a knife? I guess that might actually work, too, I think.”
“Uh.” Dan raises his hands out in case she falls, but there’s no need, Yanna hops off the counter, landing on the floor with a stumble.
“There’s some scissors in the drawer over there.” Dan points to the drawer near her, before she starts searching for any more sharp objects. She opens up the drawer, finding said pair of scissors.
“Yes! Thanks, bye!” And she slams the drawer closed, running off to her room.
“Wha-wait, why were you-annnd, she’s gone.” Dan shrugs to himself, going to close the cabinets.
She passes Hosuh, who’s going down the hallway as she runs past, hiding the scissors behind her back and giving a wave and a smile. As soon as she gets to her room, she slams the door behind her.
Hosuh stands in place for a moment, confused. He walks to the kitchen, where Dan is.
“What was Yanna doing?” Hosuh asks, glancing back to Yanna’s room.
“Looking for scissors, apparently? She found a pair and ran to her room. I dunno, man.” Dan shrugs, raising his hands.
Hosuh huffs, shaking his head and going over to Yanna’s room. “She really shouldn’t be running with scissors.” He mumbles, not noticing Dan holding back a laugh.
He gets to Yanna’s room, knocking and hearing Yanna yell behind.
“AH- oh, hold on!” There’s the sound of things getting thrown around and just as Hosuh’s about to ask what the heck she’s doing, the door opens the slightest bit, Yanna peeking out.
“Oh, Hosuh, hi.”
“Hi?” Hosuh smiles, tilting his head. “What are you doing?”
Yanna hums, glancing back into her room. “Stuff? Important secret stuff that I’ll tell you about later.”
Hosuh isn’t sure if he should be worried or not. “Really?”
“Yeaaaa…” Yanna trails off, very very slowly shutting the door until Hosuh can barely see her.
“Hold on.”
Yanna stops, blinking at him.
Hosuh sighs, smiling a little. “I just wanted to say goodnight. And whatever you’re doing, don’t stay up too late, okay?”
Yanna opens the door a little more, smiling. “I won’t, don’t worry.”
Hosuh nods, turning to go back to his room. Just as he grabs his doorknob he hears:
“Hm, ‘night dad.” And Yanna’s door closes, lighting quick.
Hosuh clutches at his heart, leaning over. Hopefully she isn’t currently making an explosive or something along those lines right now because Hosuh can only feel immense fondness at the moment.
He retreats into his room, closing the door.
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The next morning, Hosuh slowly wakes up, rubbing at his eyes. He checks his phone, yawning as he notes he woke up pretty early today.
As he turns over in his bed, he notices something bright blue in the corner of his eye.
Its...a box. A gift, of some sort. And a little card, place innocently on top.
He sits up in his bed, staring at it and wondering why there is a random gift in his room, on the floor.
It’s not his birthday, right?!
No, it’s not, Hosuh’s sure of that one. It would have been embarrassing if he has forgotten his birthday, though.
He squints at the little box, still there. Okay, so not his birthday. Then why the gift.
Getting up from his bed, Hosuh stretches his arms up, then walks over to the gift, kneeling down.
He grabs the card first, looking over the cover and smiling. There’s little doodles drawn all over in bright colors, around the words “Happy Fathers Day!”
It’s from Yanna, he knows before he even opens it, he recognizes both the handwriting and the funny little drawings.
He opens it up, finding another little cute doodle of him, with a little sentence saying “you’re my dad! :D” over it.
There’s also a scrawled out message next to it, and Hosuh sits down on his floor, crossing his legs as he reads over it.
‘ You're practically my dad at this point, so here you go! This box took me an hour to wrap and also tape is hard to work with (also I think Dan is going to hide scissors from me now. Worth it.) but I think I did great. Enjoy. Also Happy Father’s day! ’
Hosuh smiles warmly, moving to the box and putting the card to the side. It’s wrapped somewhat neatly, and Hosuh picks at it for a while before he’s able to rip through the tape, opening it up.
He finds a picture frame sitting snugly inside, and he grabs it, turning it over in his hands.
The picture in there makes him snort, putting a hand to his face.
It’s a selfie Yanna must’ve taken a while back. She’s holding the camera up over her head, sunglasses on, throwing up a peace sign, with Hosuh in the back, laying down on the couch with sunglasses also on his face.
He was taking a nap. He had wondered why he woke up with random sunglasses on that day.
It’s cute, though, and Hosuh takes a moment to just appreciate the photo, grabbing the card and getting up from the floor.
He puts the picture frame on the desk, looking through the card again. There’s a part on the back he had missed.
‘ P.S, I’m going to attempt to make you breakfast, so, be prepared for that. ’
Oh, Hosuh immediately knows that’s not going to go well, and just as he thinks that, his door slams open, Yanna tumbling in, falling onto the floor.
“DAD! Oh, hey, you opened my gift, nice- THE COUNTER IS ON FIRE!”
Hosuh notes that even though Yanna’s hair is put up in a ponytail, the end of her hair is still singed. Also there’s burnt...something, all over her hands and arms.
He runs to the kitchen, Yanna scrambling to follow.
Sure enough, there’s a small fire sitting on the counter, roaring away. Hosuh looks through the drawers, grabbing a towel and snuffing it out with a bit of difficulty, Yanna standing in the back with panic written all over her face.
Hosuh takes care of it, though (to be fair, this isn’t the first time) and sighs, throwing the burnt towel to the side. He notes there’s a broken toaster on the ground.
…which is also burnt?
He turns to Yanna, who’s fidgeting with her hands.
“....I was trying to make toast.”
Hosuh crosses his arms, smiling.
“Happy father’s day?” Yanna says, raising her arms. The kitchen definitely smells of smoke now, and it’s a miracle the fire alarm hasn’t gone off yet. (or it ran out of batteries, that too)
Hosuh laughs a little, going to Yanna and hugging her, dusting off what looks to be soot off her head.
“Thank you for the gift.” Hosuh says, Yanna smiling up at him. “But you are seriously never allowed to cook without supervision again.”
“Dangit.” Yanna mumbles, looking down at the broken toaster.
Hosuh sighs, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t we just go to the diner instead? We can clean up later.”
Yanna grins, nodding. “Sure, dad.”