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Dear Kaoru,

Back to storytime―and this time I’m caught up on work so I will definitely finish.

To recap: Hiro just showed up and whacked the kid on the back of the head to shut him up. I’m confused as fuck and I’m not quite sure that I haven’t been kidnapped or something. So I just sit there and stare at those gorgeous tattoos while the snot-nosed brat runs upstairs. Hiro doesn’t say anything, either, he just disappears upstairs.

I stayed put, man. I didn’t know what was going on, and I didn’t know if the brat would attack me again, and I was freaking out. You know what happens when I freak out, I put my foot in my mouth, and I actually kinda like Hiro. Well. I don’t hate him. I hate most of humanity. But I didn’t want to say something to piss Hiro off, and I was freaking out, so I sat still. I did look around for my stuff, though. My phone was there, and my wallet, and nothing was missing, so it’s not like I was robbed or anything.

Now that I think of it, if Haruhi knows this guy, he wasn’t gonna kill me or anything. She tends to be a bit straight-laced about those things, what with her being a big-shot lawyer and all.

Anyway, when Hiro came back, the brat was with him, they were both dressed, and, most importantly, the brat was carrying a baby. A goddamn baby. Hiro took the little thing from the brat, who put on a coat and sat to put shoes on. Hiro was trying to do the same for himself and the baby at the same time, and I didn’t really know what to do, so I offered to take the baby since I know how to deal with those after babysitting for Ageha, and he just handed her over. Baby’s a girl. She was gurgly. Kinda cute, in that squishy fat baby way. I didn’t pay too much attention to her, honestly, I was keeping one eye on the brat and the other on Hiro.

It’s weird. He trusted me super easily. He just handed me the baby and let me get shoes on her, and then he said that he had to get the kids to daycare and he had to go to work, but I could help myself to the food in the fridge and let myself out whenever. Later in the day, he texted me to say that I can come over for dinner next weekend if I want to talk about whatever led to this, so I guess I’ll do that.

I don’t know what to think. Nobody’s ever treated me like this, and I don’t know if I like it or hate it. Mori-senpai would tell me to meditate, so I’ll give it a shot, I guess. Wish me luck, little brother.