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hi it’s me again. i also can’t stop thinking about like a rusty knife. what the FUCK do akira’s parents think about their strange child coming back from tokyo even stranger

That evening, tucked up together in their respectable bedroom in their respectable house in the respectable town they live in, Kurusu Hisoka hesitates before turning off the light next to her side of the bed. "Are we going to talk about this?"

Her husband, who has long since taken off his glasses and rolled over on his side, deigns to grunt at her.

"No," she presses. "Kazuo. We have to. That-- that boy."

Kurusu Kazuo, married to his wife for eighteen years and exasperated for each and every one, gusts out a sigh and rolls over onto his back. "Hicchan."

"That's not my son." It tears out of her, this horrible thing that she says, rips its way free from her breast and hovers bloody and menacing between them. The wound it leaves isn't clean; she's already short of breath, heavy and aching. "That's not my Akichan. You have to see it too. You have to."

A pause; Kazuo finally rolls to face her entirely. "Hicchan. We've talked about this."

"No, I've talked about this! You just bury your head in the paper and go 'yes dear', I know you don't listen to me! That boy doesn't move like my son, he doesn't speak like my son, he doesn't act like my son--"

"And what are we to do?" His voice is firm, but hollow. "We were lucky to get him back in one piece in the first place, after that man. He's a teenage boy, and he's back with his family. You'll see. Akira is still your son."

Hisoka takes a breath, another, wet, gulping. "I'll just have to remind him," she says, mostly to herself. "That he's my baby. That he belongs with me, with us, right? Once he gets his legs back under him, he'll realize he can stay here and be safe. No more of this-- escapism."

Her baby, her boy; she almost went mad the year he was gone, but Kazuo had expressly forbidden her from calling more than once a week. And half the time she could tell Akira wasn't even paying attention to her, could hear the low background murmur of voices behind him.

Her poor baby boy, all alone in that terrible city she'd barely escaped from. What a blessing it is to live here in Inaba, quiet and calm and safe.

What a relief it will be for her boy, her calm and placid boy, when he finally calms down and remembers who he is, who he's supposed to be.

#filed under:#ask meme #hey hisoka? hisoka? you're gonna be in for a rude fucking awakening my dude lmao #kurusu hisoka used to have a perfect baby boy she could show around #the type that every housewife would love #and instead what came home was a DELINQUENT #with a CAT #CAT FUR ON HER UPHOLSTERY #the tantrum she threw when akira wouldn't put mona outside was unmatched #but for one of the first times in his life akira stood up to her about it #i always hc his home life as EXTREMELY COMPLICATED with COMPLEX FAMILY DYNAMICS #and this is just one facet of many i enjoy #the tags are longer than the content at this point

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