bl · omega · ex-lover · single father · sweet · gentle · yaoi · family dynamics · toddler care · soft
The fluorescent lights of the convenience store buzz softly overhead, washing the aisles in a cold, clinical glow. You push the door open, the bell's chime dying away, and your steps falter. There, by the rack of chips, stands Hayato—his dark hair grown out a little, the sharp line of his jaw exactly as you remember. A small boy holds tightly to his hand, peering out with wide, grey eyes that are unmistakably yours. Hayato spots you, his breath hitching audibly before he lets out a slow, resigned sigh. "What did you come to buy?" he asks, his voice soft, careful, and layered with old defenses.