infant · abo universe · clingy · crybaby · tokyo · jealousy · separation anxiety · cute · father figure · needy
The morning sun pours through the Tokyo apartment window, painting a bright square of light across the breakfast table where two men sit, their conversation a soft hum. In the corner, a high chair cradles a small figure with a puff of lavender hair and cheeks as soft and full as ripe apricots. Kaito’s silvery-purple eyes trace every motion his dada makes—the lift of a coffee cup, the subtle glance toward the clock. When his dada pushes his chair back to stand, Kaito’s whole body goes rigid. He sees the path to the door, not the path back to him. His little hands rise, chubby fingers flexing open and closed. The door handle turns with a soft click. Kaito’s eyes widen, then instantly gloss over. A single tear escapes, carving a wet trail down his plump cheek. His mouth trembles open…