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The cold sucks. Well, not too much. But it still sucks enough that he has to slide on a huge puffy jacket to even walk outside. Karasu puffs a few breaths of warm air onto his hands, trying – and failing – to keep his hands warm. The only other good thing about Winter other than the hot chocolate, Christmas and the school break is a certain someone’s birthday.
A certain idiot ninja.
He also needs a present. Luckily, he saved up enough money for the latest ultraman figurine Otoya had been rambling on about 3 weeks ago. He can only hope there were still some in stock as Christmas is drawing closer every second he wastes. In the bustling store, rows and aisles of plushies, robots and even a stationary shelf beside him as he continues his search for the present.
Rounding another corner stood a big display with different types of cardboard ultraman, all standing with a weird pose that questions Otoya’s interest. Still, he scans the aisle and snatches the last colourful box that had ‘SUPER LIMITED’ pasted on the outside of the box. Real creative, he thinks to himself as he saunters over to the counter.
Around him, mothers scamper about, pulling any toy they could find into their arms. Karasu winces at a particular jab from a younger lady – early 20s’ perhaps – that was directed towards another older lady – early 30s’ – which is now causing them to tumble and wrestle for a specific doll toy. Karasu finds it weird that they would do so much for a present. After all, what’s the point in fighting? Just hand it over to them and get another thing.
Suddenly he’s in the front of the line. The cashier greets him with a bright smile, one that’s bright enough for him to luckily turn away from the fighting. Though the smile she gives off is slightly strained – nonetheless, it’s a smile. She scans the box, wrapping it in some green wrapping paper and a blue ribbon tied to the top as per his request.
“Your total is $47.” Karasu internally winces at the price. To a small kid like him, $47 is like letting go of $1000. Or something like that. He shuffles the cash from his pockets and hands it over, taking the box into his arms. The cashier hands him his change and Karasu sees her eyes flitting over to the fight behind him. Correction: fights. Honestly, seeing the woman behind the counter’s face just subtly narrowing at the mess behind him is painful.
But then again, he is a kid so what did he know?
“Thank ya’, ma’am.” He sends one more polite nod her way, along with some hope that she’ll make it alive by the end of her shift. Once out, it’s only a trudging distance to Otoya’s house. Having a sleepover with your best friend is something Karasu’s never experienced. And if he were to be honest, he’s super glad his first one is with Otoya.
The cold nips at his hands but he couldn’t care less. Something bubbles inside him that makes him much warmer than he usually did on Winters. A molten volcano about to erupt. Yeah, that’s one way to explain it. He turns towards a shortcut alley he’s been through with Otoya many times. Otoya would always tell him to use it since it cuts about 5 minutes of walking.
Karasu kicks another pile of snow away from his path. He trips in the process. Fortunately the box is alright. At least, as alright as a box could be when it falls. The second he tries to stand up and grab the box, a pair of hands envelop the box. And when he glances up to wipe his cheek from the snow, his heart lays, frozen.
Not because of the cold.
“Look who it is, little crow.” Why did he have to appear now out of all times? Karasu stands up, narrowing his eyes towards the bulkier boy in front of him. Eddie. Apparently, he tells the class that he’s half American because his dad was from the U.S and came to Japan to marry his mom. Cute story, but they didn’t have any of their plans involving their child being a bully, did they?
A foot stabs his back and he’s forced to taste the snow below him once again. Karasu tries to speak, ending up eating a mouthful of snow. Eddie snickers at this, putting his attention back to the box in his hands again. He clicks his tongue. “Bought this for Eita, didn’t you?” Karasu growls.
“Stop calling him by his first name!” He manages out loud enough, his scowl deepening as the ache on his spine shoots throughout his entire frame. It’s terrible. It’s painful. And it’s so, so irritating. “Ya’ know he doesn’t like ya’ at all! He always talks about how annoying and disrespectful ya’ are! And I agree with him, ya’ vile little object his parents want nothing to-” His mouth is shut as it’s shoved to the ground once again by one of his loyal dogs that carry him around as if he was an important character to the story.
He is. He’s the villain that dies in the end.
“IT’S YOUR FAULT HE DOESN’T LIKE ME! YOU SPREAD LIES ABOUT ME TO HIM SO NOW HE HATES ME! SO I HATE YOU!” Karasu grits his teeth, knowing if he tries to attack him now, he’ll get his jockeys to tackle him back to the ground. A sharp tug on his head makes him look back up to Eddie. Eddie and his disgusting smile. He holds up the box, waving it around as if it’s some no-price object. Karasu bites his lip hard. Eddie just grins.
Eddie shoves the box to his face, swaying it slightly as if Karasu is some type of dog. “What if you didn’t bring a birthday gift, hm? Would he still want to be your friend, you pathetic little loner? He didn’t talk to me after I forgot to get him a present and I’m more popular than you. What if I mess up your face SO bad, no girl would even think of coming within a two mile radius of you?”
Karasu scoffs.
“No girl would want to come within a 5 mile radius of ya’, even if they were paid.”
A fist connects with his cheek, the teeth in his mouth rattling at the impact. Karasu coughs, spitting out the blood leaking from his inner cheek. That hurt more than he thought it would… Eddie’s eyes were wide as saucers, fists still balled up from his last punch. Karasu feels the slight quivering on his shirt from one of his friends. They definitely didn’t expect to see any blood on a random Tuesday.
“Say that again. SAY IT AGAIN TO MY FACE!”
And because Karasu enjoys stirring the pot, he grins back.
“I’ll do ya’ one better. Yer’ like that random lampost still on in the morning: useless.”
Another fist. And another. And another. It doesn’t stop. His face is battered by punches that fly from left and right. Karasu hears him yelling something to his friends – something they agreed to immediately – but the ringing in his ears makes it hard to tell what it is. Next thing he knows, he’s leaning against the wall and violently assaulted against it. And it isn’t just with his fists and feet either.
“STUPID! LITTLE! BRAT! DIE! DIE!”
The kid has anger issues, that’s for sure. Karasu couldn't find himself caring so much about his injuries. They were just that: injuries. Each fist that grazes his cheek is just another reminder of how mediocre he is compared to people with much buffer figures. Each kick against his feeble legs were another reminder of how average he is on the soccer team. Each word spewing out of his mouth is just another reminder that Otoya could always find someone better.
Someone who doesn’t get bullied easily. Someone strong to protect him. Someone with enough money to sustain him and his likes.
Could he ever do such things?
He coughs, covering his hands over his mouth. Karasu feels the slick blood spurting from his lips but at least his teeth are still intact. At least, he thinks they are. His eyes dart to the present on the ground. It seems alright, even after being hurled to the ground.
But of course, Eddie has to ruin it.
Karasu can only watch as the utter dread sinks in as he hurls the present to the ground. And he does it again. And again. And Karasu can only watch because everything inside him screamed with burning agony. By the time he finally stops, the box is deformed. Scratches dug into the sides of the wrapping paper, already on the verge of being torn off. His heart drops further past his stomach. Eddie’s head whirls over to him, a measly smile etching onto his lips.
“Let him go.” He can feel the arms of his perpetrator’s lackeys sliding off his arms, coming back into view next to him. Eddie scoffs, leaning down for a face to face with Karasu. He wants to punch him. He wants to bruise him. Karasu wants to do the exact same thing he did to him.
But he doesn’t. The trembling from his bottom lip shivers down his spine and his eyes stuck open at the present. He can’t even focus on the boys standing in front of him, each having one of their own patronising gaze locking onto Karasu. The limp and crushed present has his eyes caught into a despondent staring contest.
Even after they left with loud laughter echoing off the walls of the alley, Karasu didn’t move. The snow feels cold against the bruises on his hands. Cold enough to feel the pain numbing around the area. He lets the breeze mess his already disheveled hair around a bit more. The air he sucks in is a little more mind numbing than when he had first started walking. Especially with the never-ending blood dripping from the corner of his lips.
It’s fine, he tells himself, struggling to even stand on his two feet. The wall as his only support, he stumbles forward, snatching the present from the frozen ground. It’s decimated beyond repair. Karasu bites his lip a bit harder.
Of course he wasn’t strong enough to defend himself.
After all, he’s just a mediocre little kid.
The way to Otoya’s house seems much longer now – every once in a while he’d lean against the wall for extra support from his aching legs. Each step his muscles force is another tormented shudder up his legs. The hurt running down his spine doesn’t help his need for a chair or even a table.
It hurts. It’s all he could think about. The torture is carved into his brain so hard that it starts spasming and dizzying his vision.
Karasu hates this.
When he finally reaches Otoya’s front door, he barely has the energy to knock. He still does; a rather soft one. The door swings open to reveal Otoya.
“Yes mom, I’m ge-” The words dissolve in his throat at the sight of Karasu. No words. Just a look of unusual speechlessness taking over his face. It only lasts for a second.
Otoya’s hands fly over to Karasu’s cheeks and he’s thankful for the mild bit of warmth he’s able to get. “TABITO! W-What happened? Why are you…” Karasu doesn’t answer. He keeps silent. Mainly because he doesn’t feel like he’s able to even speak anymore. Otoya’s bringing him inside, holding him as someone would when they have a broken ankle. Except Karasu feels broken in more places than just his ankle.
“MOM! P-PLEASE!” Otoya can’t get any more words out, one hand clutching onto Karasu’s with an unprecedented squeeze. Otoya’s mother gapes at Karasu, already settling him down onto the sofa with subtle panic flashing across her face. She orders for Otoya to stay and watch him; something he’s been doing the second he sees Karasu. From the corner of his eyes, Karasu notices his two sisters poking their heads in for a nosy check. Their faces too mimic the expression of their mother.
The light seems to shine a little brighter and his eyelids droop heavier. Otoya’s hand continues to tighten its grip onto Karasu's own. It’s comforting. Warm. And he can’t help but let a small smile slip as the last things he hears are Otoya’s tenuous cries and his mother’s panicked screams.
His eyes flutter open. Everything throbs, screaming in terror. He turns his head slightly to take a good look at his surroundings. Otoya’s messy bedroom – probably late at night. It’s not filthy or disgusting by any means, just a bit undercleaned. Not like that ever bothered him before. Karasu winces as he feels something on top of him. Or rather someone.
“Eita?” Otoya is flopped on top of his body, acting as a human heater. Something Karasu would rate 5 stars for very warm and comfortable use. Otoya’s head shuffles for a second before Karasu is met with a pair of gleaming emerald eyes. He nearly tackles Karasu onto the bed – though he’s technically already tackled – when he quickly catches himself. His hands find their way onto Karasu’s cheek, warmth tangling with the nerve receptors on the skin of his cheek. He smiles, only slightly, before it waters down into a slightly more poker faced look.
“Are you feeling better…? I thought you’d feel cold so I hugged you…” Karasu manages a smile back, letting a hand rest on Otoya’s.
“I’m better. I’m sorry I made ya’ worry.” Otoya huffs, nuzzling his chin onto Karasu’s chest a little deeper while he sucks in a breath of Karasu’s scent. Something he says soothes him – which Karasu just confusingly nods to. “...I saw the present.”
Karasu’s breath hitches.
“...You did…?” Silence echoes between them. And Karasu knows that’s the answer. He lets out a sigh, one arm slithering around Otoya’s torso to pull them a bit closer. The cold feeling is coming back to nip at his skin and he’s happy enough with someone who can generate more heat than he can at the moment.
Otoya nods carefully, a thumb brushing over one of Karasu’s eyelids. “Thank you. I’m kinda surprised and not at the same time that you knew I wanted that specific figure.” Karasu snickers softly, carding a hand through Otoya’s weird bowlcut hair. Weird, but something so silly he loves.
“Yer’ big mouth talks a lot,” he insults, light on the bite of his words. Otoya snickers back, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath of Karasu’s clothes again.
The longer the silence grows, the more Karasu thinks. He thinks about what could have happened instead of him losing. If he knew how to defend himself, maybe he could stop the bullying forever. If he wasn’t such a mediocre boy, he would be able to keep himself safe. Unfortunately, he’s as ordinary as anyone else. Boring. Unexciting. And he’s wondering how much longer would Otoya want him as a friend.
He tries to swallow the growing lump in his throat. It's still there.
“...Eita. Am I… good enough?”
The question is out of nowhere. Even Karasu is confused at his words. Nevertheless, he doesn’t take it back, opting to instead continue his unbroken faze onto Otoya’s face. Otoya blinks a few times, staring back as if he’s carefully choosing his words for once.
He hums, a hand that had once caressed Karasu’s eyelid is now playing with his soft brushed locks.
“No.”
Karasu’s heart and smile sinks. Sinks further than his stomach and kidneys. As he’s about to roll off the bed to sleep somewhere else, he’s hooked once more by Otoya clicking his tongue.
“And no one is. Good is something that people have different opinions on. And just asking if you’re good enough in general isn’t going to get you anywhere. To others, they may not like you as much so they don’t think you’re good enough. But to me? Yeah… you are good enough. More than that actually. You’re absolutely perfect in my eyes. And you know what? Why do others get to price your worth? If you know you’re good enough, you will be. It’s all just about the way you see things. Not the way others see you. The way you see yourself. The way you see yourself is what makes you Karasu Tabito, my super duper awesome best friend. And the best present I have is that I get to hug and have a sleepover with you. Nothing else.”
Karasu’s already bawling at the end of Otoya’s speech, using Otoya’s hand to wipe the tears spilling down his face. Karasu knows he’s grinning like an idiot and he knows he’s making a complete fool of himself. But Eita… he called him ‘perfect’ in his eyes. And it’s enough to feel the rush of love spouting from every word he let loose. It’s sweet, poetic and endearing all at once.
Through his tears, he sees Otoya smiling back as he wipes the falling tears. “Don’t cry, Tabi! Smile because tomorrow, we’re gonna egg that stupid Eddie's house!” Karasu raises an eyebrow, still smiling as the tears roll down his cheeks.
“How did ya’ know it’s Eddie?” Otoya shrugs, nuzzling his face back into Karasu’s chest with no hesitation.
“Some neighbours saw him and his goons going out of the alley and then saw you limping out. I gave them a good scolding for not helping you, don’t worry.” Karasu chuckles, using a hand to pinch at his cheeks lightly.
“Yer’ such an idiot. I’d like ta’ just stay in your home and celebrate yer’ birthday tomorrow with no fights or drama please. Eddie can be a problem for another day.” Otoya nods at his words, his hands now busily counting the fingers on one of Karasu’s hands.
And they stay there, letting the moon above sink into the wispy dark around them until orange hues peek through Otoya’s blinds. Karasu smiles as he watches Otoya’s sleepy form on top of him, as quiet and adorable as Karasu has pictured him to be while asleep.
The ghost of a whisper leaves his lips, the words slowly spreading a smile on the other’s lips.
“Yer’ extraordinary, Eita.”
—
“And what’re ya’ doing?” Otoya flinches, spinning his chair to the direction of the voice. Karasu raises an eyebrow, a small smile set on his lips. He saunters over and wraps his arms around the back rest of the chair to grab his shoulders. Otoya hums loudly, taking one of his hands and planting a kiss on his palm. Karasu snickers.
“Ya’ adorable little thing.” He uses his other hand to pinch his cheek, receiving an audible whine from the other. He laughs again, pulling a little harder. Otoya licks his hand.
Karasu grimaces, wiping the spit on Otoya’s shirt. “Nevermind, yer’ disgusting.”
Somehow, it ends up with Karasu carrying him downstairs on his back. He’s wondering when and why he even agreed to carrying him in the first place. Especially when he keeps wiggling and pulling on his hair like it’s funny. They make it to the couch, which is where Karasu immediately shoves him onto. The kid next to him jolts up.
“Kuroha, can ya’ watch yer’ dad fer’ a while? I’m gonna make some dinner and order some dessert.” Kuroha salutes, flopping onto Otoya’s lap casually. “And please, do not burn the house down.” And he watches as both his son and Otoya pout at the same time, sticking their tongues out towards him. Yeah, living in the same household as Otoya, the kid was bound to pick up on Otoya’s attitude.
Kuroha hurls a nearby pillow towards him – to which Karasu catches easily. “I only burn it down in the kitchen! Name one time I’ve ever even come close to burning down the house if it wasn’t in the kitchen.” Karasu raises an eyebrow.
“Nearly broke the TV, nearly burnt a plastic plant trying to light a candle, rubbed the end of a stick onto wood after watching a video on it, nearly raged on a laptop because it didn’t help you buy a duckling…” As his words slowly lower, his eyes flit over to Otoya. “Actually, please make sure our son doesn’t burn the house down again. Because I trust ya’ more than him.”
This earns him narrowed eyes from his son and a salute from his lovely husband, grinning like an idiot. Now he can only hope the house doesn’t burn. Karasu hurls the pillow to his husband’s head before slipping into the kitchen, arguing from both Kuroha and Otoya reverberating throughout the house.
It’s been a few years since they’ve gotten married and got another copy of Eita in the house. It was also a big argument between the two of whose last name Kuroha would’ve taken. Originally, Otoya won the coin flip but after shunning half of his names – because they all included the word ‘nin’ in it – and convincing him that Kuroha sounded better with Karasu, he relented with mild annoyance.
It’s a chaotic household; Kuroha asking for duckling almost everyday, Otoya getting convinced that having a duckling would do them some good, the both of them trying to buy a duckling online, somehow instead getting a store bought chicken egg. And then Kuroha found out about other birds and begged for them. It’s a process that repeats every few weeks, to the point where he has a special budget for the two of them whenever they go ‘bird shopping’ online.
(Not to mention Otoya told him about phoenixes. Which is why he has a random bunch of phoenix and other bird plushies on his bed. Otoya bought them all.)
Once a mouth-watering scent fills the house, Karasu feels a pair of arms wrapping around his waist. “What are you making and will I be able to cuddle you in bed tonight?” Karasu scoffs, focusing back onto the food.
“Bulgogi, seaweed soup, egg and kimchi in the fridge. And yes.” He hears a subtle groan on his shoulder, nuzzling close into his neck. Karasu pays no mind, continuing his cooking. That’s when he feels another pair of smaller arms around his legs.
“Daaaad… I want kimchi! And popcorn! And churros! Are ya’ gonna get some?”
Great. He has two little gremlins stuck on his body. Karasu clicks his tongue, folding the egg into rolls on the pan. He should’ve known they’d get bored with TV and arguing but at the same time, he enjoys their very obvious clingyness. Both very cute, endearing and too irresistible.
Once he finishes setting food on the table – his two gremlins at least decide to latch off and help a bit – Kuroha and Otoya were sat at their designated seats, blinking at the delectable food items on the table a little too pleasantly. Karasu smirks a little. At least they know who decides when they can eat.
“Dig in. I made it for ya’ two anyway.” And chaos ensues between the two and Karasu’s now wondering if he has accidentally created greedy little gluttons. Oh well, they better lick their plates clean.
Otoya chews through his rice, nearly slumping in his seat with his eyes closed. “Tabi, this is amazing. I love love love love love you and your food. Best husband ever. Literally so good. Like-”
“Stop eating with yer’ mouth open, idiot!” Otoya huffs but takes the scolding as he shoves another spoonful of egg into his mouth. Kuroha follows his father, picking some kimchi from its tupperware box. He’s also fully enjoying the food, with his closed eyes and contented sigh. Karasu bites his lip to keep the smile from slipping. The doorbell rings and Karasu rushes through the living room to take it.
“Can I help y-”
His train of words falls silent.
And for a second, he sees red.
“Oh… Karasu…”
Not this jerkface moron.
Karasu’s grip on the door tightens; to an unsettling degree where his knuckles whiten. Of course, somehow Eddie has to find him when he’s all happy. The other continues with his own glare, one that didn’t even reach the category of menacing. Karasu smiles though. Kind of because he’s a reasonable adult now but mostly since his child is back inside and he’s not putting on any bad behaviour in front of him.
“How are ya’?” A forceful greeting, straining around his words but it’s better than throwing a punch out of nowhere. Eddie stares back, shoving the plastic bag in his direction. “Just… deliveries.”
Karasu nearly laughs. But he catches himself, disguising it with a cough. “That so? I knew an imbecile like ya’ wouldn't get anywhere. Lemme’ guess – yer’ tryna’ scam people by selling some kinda product other than their order that doesn’t even work not for yer’ family, but for yerself’. Tell me, am I right or right?” Eddie’s eyes narrow. Karasu clicks his tongue in amusement.
“And who do you think you are? Some hotshot? With Eita? Are you two even still friends?” This guy can’t be serious. Karasu is on the verge of just straight up cackling. He’s so obsessed with what happened when they were little, he’s even bringing it up now. More than a decade later. Eddie’s deepening scowl seems to indicate he’s noticing the smile on Karasu’s face. “What? What’s so funny?”
Karasu shrugs, biting his lip a little harder. “Nothing. Just…” In a languid motion, he holds up his left hand for a yawn, showing off the pretty emerald ring sitting on his ring finger. “This.”
Eddie’s jaw drop just made the whole situation even funnier. “And I don’t know… We’ve been on international TVs’ everywhere… For soccer and all.”
“T-That… can’t be true. Eita isn’t gay. He’s said it before.” Karasu lets his smile slip, noting how he didn’t mention his career. Embarrassed probably, he thinks with glee. And without thinking, he turns his back to Eddie, who is about to protest.
That is, until he hears Karasu calling out.
“Eitaaa… come here.” And like always, Otoya pops his head over his shoulder in a matter of seconds, blinking towards his husband like a cat. He’s on his tip toes – always cursing that 6 cm difference – and burying his nose deep into the back of Karasi’s neck.
“Yes, hubby?” His poker face cracks slightly, smiling ever so softly in Karasu’s direction. Seems like he’s been listening, mainly because the dining table isn’t that far from the front door. From the corner of Karasu’s eye, he sees Eddie’s jaw dropping, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
“Eita, it’s me!” Karasu’s gaze snaps onto him. He’s dead. He’s so dead. But before he could even try strangling him, Otoya’s eyes flicker over Eddie’s frame.
Before scrunching his nose.
“Ew. You’re the roach who hurt my husband in sixth grade.” Karasu nearly bursts out laughing. Eddie freezes. And he scowls deeply, dropping the plastic bag on the ground before trotting off, a wave of anger emitting from all around him. Unluckily, he didn’t stay long enough for Karasu to also introduce him to their son.
Oh well, sometime in the future maybe.
That night after tucking Kuroha in for sleep – “Say goodnight to all my plushies” – Karasu flops onto the bed, exhaustion seeping into his muscles. Today feels so tiring for no reason. Maybe it’s because Eddie showed up. For a second, he lays there, recapping through his memories. Most in the middle were just bullying. Pain. Hurt.
But the other dominating part is Eita. All of it were the times they had together. Whether it’d be drinking hot cocoa to hurling snowballs at each other and laying in each other's arms to running around the streets without a care in the world. All he could see… is yellow. And a hint of orange. A beautiful yellow-orange hue.
That’s the feeling.
He gets punched out of his thoughts from a certain someone on top of him. Eita smiles. Smiles so gently, Karasu thinks he’s in a dream.
“Are you okay?”
Karasu bites his lip, his eyes trailing Otoya’s gorgeous face. A face and expression that only Karasu is allowed to see. His hands twitch, snaking onto his cheeks. His lips glisten under the warm reading lamp light. Slowly, he returns the smile.
“I feel… enough, extraordinary.”
Karasu pulls him in and Otoya gladly accepts, wrapping his arms around his neck to stroke the hair on the back of his head. Karasu mimics him on the waist, pulling him closer for warmth. Otoya hums gently and grazes each strand of his bangs away from Karasu’s face. He’s caressing each part of Karasu’s face. And he’s making sure he feels loved. Feels content. Feels… enough. More than enough.
They pull away but keep their foreheads close to one another, legs tangling as well as their heartbeats syncing.
Yeah, he’s alright. Everything is perfect.
—
Bonus (from karasu’s pov and what he names his gluttons and ill add what otoya names his for karasus):
DUCK MANIFESTATION CENTER
10:32 pm
Kuro the duck 🦆
Papa
Papa
Papa
@Eitawifey
@Eitawifey
@Eitawifey
Eitawifey 💚
m strmjng
GNA DIE
SJSJJWHWJWJWNSN
Kuro the duck🦆
LTS GO PIE THT UGLU DUDS HUSE
TH ON WH HTES DAD
PLSPLSSSS
Eitawifey 💚
.
gnius
lmm end strm
TABI LOVE 💙
no.
absolutely not.
Kuro the duck 🦆
wh nt ☹️😞
hs evl
bad
boo
TABI LOVE 💙
kuro yr 7
pls dont pie smones house
Kuro the duck 🦆
bt daaaaad
Kuro the duck 🦆 has sent a sticker
TABI LOVE 💙
the cat doesnt work anm
Kuro the duck 🦆
aw
btw
so like
TABI LOVE 💙
Do not tell me its a school project.
Its almost 11 pm.
WHY ARENT U ASLEEP?
Kuro the duck 🦆
.
mybe… pls help…
also papas nt slp
TABI LOVE 💙
hes working
..
m sleepy ask eita to hwlp
Eitawifey 💚
babe
cm to kuros room
for yr kiddo
TABI LOVE 💙
if its another fire.
Eitawifey 💚
ita not
if not kuro for me 💙
Kuro the duck 🦆
WOW RHE SHADE DRKM PAPA
THTS WHUS YR NT FHE FAVW 😪🤣🤣🤮🤮🤓🤓🧐🧐😒😒
dad cm totje rkkm fr mw 💙
im lit spcial
Eitawifey 💚
LIL NIN WT
no 🤥
THTS U
LLIAR PANTS KN FIRE
LITEUALUY
IM YR FAD HWW CLD U 😒😒😕😕
Kuro the duck 🦆
YR TPING SCKS
CNT READ IT
AKSO I DNT BURN EVRHGHJNF
Eitawifey 💚
W TPE RHE SME
FYI 😁😁🤣🤣
KMGNE INSLTJNG YRSELD
CNT BE ME
Kuro the duck 🦆
papa is mean,.,
dad… 😔
TABI LOVE 💙
eita
kuro
stop
ily both so dont fight abt it. Im cming tk the room for both of ya 💚🦆
Eitawifey 💚
my husband btw guys
Ily ily ily ilyyyyyyyy 😚😍😘💙💙
Ily baby yr lit rhe best person in the world and so cute im getting cuteness aggression rn
LIKE AJSHAHSHJAJSDJJDJS LEMME SQUISHUR CHEEKS AND MESS YR HAIR NAHSJSJWJWNWKKAJSJSJ
ily 💙
Kuro the duck 🦆
its okay dad
its not rwal we did this bcs wr waitimg fr u😊
ILYT DAD YR SO AMAZINF
(Ps buy me a duck)
TABI LOVE 💙
ilyt kuro 🦆
(No.)
Kuro the duck 🦆
worht the shor 😌
LTS BUILD A BLANKET FORT
DAD GT THE STUF
Eitawifey 💚
my son
ao smrt
Kuro the duck 🦆
who r u? 🧐
/j
Eitawifey 💚
oh… nvm ig…
🙁
LIL NIN BTW
Y SHLD JOIN THR ART THNG NEARBY
LK IK Y WLD WIN 🙏
Kuro the duck 🦆
I SW RHT
HLP ME RGSTR TMRW
I THNK I ND TO PAY OR SM
Eitawifey 💚
ill py trst
any amnt
Kuro the duck 🦆
the goat
my papa
and dad
Eitawifey 💚
litrlly my fave prsn w/ yr dad 💙🦆
Kuro the duck 🦆
whered dad go..?
TABI LOVE 💙
got tje sryff
Kuro the duck 🦆
TY DAD LYYY
YESSSSSS
SLEEPOVER PILLOW FORT LESGOOOO
TABI LOVE 💙 and Eitawifey 💚 reacted with ‘🦆’ and ‘❤️’
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Kuroha: PAPA DUCK 💚 (otoya), DAD THE GOAT 💙 (karasu)
Otoya: Lil nin duck 🦆 (kuroha), TABI LOVE 💙 (karasu)
Karasu: Kuro the duck 🦆 (kuroha), Eitawifey 💚 (otoya)